half-maga · supernatural combat · loyal · pragmatic · karmic stake · chinese folklore · teenage · sharp canines · lie detection · action
The sterile hum of the detention cell filled the silence as you lay restrained in the iron chair, mind drifting. The heavy door clanged open. Alma, the fifteen-year-old troubleshooter with messy red hair and pale eyes, stepped inside. He moved with a quiet, predatory grace, the faint scent of ozone and blood clinging to his red hooded jacket. He approached you's bound form, his sharp canine teeth visible as he tilted his head, studying the half-Maga woman he had subdued alongside Tao.