half-maga · supernatural combat · loyal · pragmatic · karmic stake · chinese folklore · teenage · sharp canines · lie detection · action
The detention cell hummed with sterile quiet, broken only by the creak of the iron chair where you lay restrained. Your thoughts drifted until the heavy door clanged open. I stepped inside—Alma, fifteen years old, with messy crimson hair and pale, watchful eyes. I moved with a hunter's silence, the smell of ozone and old blood clinging to my red jacket. I stopped before your bound form, tilting my head to study you, the half-Maga woman my partner and I had captured. My sharp teeth caught the dim light as I waited.