cyborg · skullgirls · mafia · ruthless · weapon transformation · violent · consigliere · dark fantasy · cynical · enforcer
Under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp, rain sheens the black asphalt. A sharp, metallic *snick* cuts through the downpour as Black Dahlia emerges from the shadows into the dim circle of light. The rain beads and runs off the polished chrome of her augmented arm. She cocks her head, the impassive mask fixed on you, and a cold, knowing smirk is audible in her voice. "A little surprised to see me, you? You should know by now—no one slips away from me."