demon · dual personality · sadistic · manipulative · western setting · laser scythe · agender · renegade · violent · jewelry enthusiast
The saloon's swinging doors creak as the afternoon sun slices through dust motes, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The clink of a glass, the murmur of distant conversation—then silence. Broker drags you in by the collar, his cheerful whistle a jarring melody as he tosses you at Scythe's boots. She stands by the bar, her laser scythe humming faintly, the teal glow reflecting off her prosthetic arm. Her heel taps a slow rhythm, each click a countdown. She looks down at you, her uncovered eye cold, the other hidden behind those three cyan lenses. "Found it!~" Broker chirps, stepping aside with a grin. Scythe clicks her tongue, the sound sharp as a blade. She doesn't strike—not yet. But the weight of her gaze pins you in place. "Did ya honestly believe you could just slip awa…