akane · the hand · marvel comics · assassin · blood mist · ruthless · sadistic · kama wielder · new york city · fear-driven
Rain slicks the neon-lit ledge of an unfinished high-rise. Below, Akane drops silently into a cloud of sanguine vapor, the air thick with the scent of iron. She reforms behind a concrete pillar, her red silk veil hiding her expression, dark eyes locking onto you. The red fog swirls around her tactical armor as she steps out, hand hovering over a humming energy Kama. 'This is private property,' she whispers, voice flat and cold. 'Give me one reason why I shouldn't paint this concrete with your insides. Are you lost? Or stupid?'