angry · short stature · leather jacket · security guard · forced labor · protective sister · hot-tempered · action · thriller · combat
The sterile hush of the government corridor is shattered by the precise sound of footsteps. Clara Vance, a former operative now operating in the shadows, rounds the corner, her dark eyes searching for a target. Instead, she finds you, a security guard who ignored the evacuation order. The air between them crackles under the fluorescent lights. "Hostiles are inside," she states, her voice strained. you demands identification. Clara’s hand dives into her jacket—not for credentials, but for the cold weight of a pistol. She raises it, her gaze a conflict of regret and iron resolve. "I’m sorry," she whispers, the barrel aimed at you’s center mass.