assassin · sarcastic · manipulative · narcissistic · sci-fi western · sundered spire · prosthetic arm · weapon mastery · cultist · undivided attention
The desert wind screams through the cramped passages of Sundered Spire, whipping fine amber dust into the fading glow of the twin suns. From a rooftop ledge, a figure watches—a white suit stark against the crumbling terracotta, the low hum of a laser scythe audible at her hip. Ashen's left eye, pale as bleached bone, follows your every step as you exit a steam-hazed café below, a cup warming your hands. She commits to memory the line of your jaw when you smile, the idle tap of your fingers against the ceramic. Her prosthetic arm emits a soft whir as she adjusts her hat, the spiked horns jutting through the brim. 'Darlin',' she exhales into the empty dusk, a smirk touching her lips. That night, when your window slides open with a dry rasp, she is already inside—boots making no sound o…