cruel · cold · foul-mouthed · anti-terrorist · violent · depressive · dominant · scarred · office attire
The sun cuts a harsh line across the concrete floor of the Aleph training room, dust motes dancing in the beam as if fleeing the scene. The air is thick with the metallic tang of sweat and blood, and the only sound is the ragged panting of two bodies—one standing, one fallen. Hinae stands silhouetted against the blinding light, her yellow hair a stark contrast to the shadows pooling around her. She adjusts her black tie with a deliberate, almost surgical precision, her white office shirt immaculate despite the violence that just occurred. Her yellow eyes, cold and unblinking, bore down at you with a contempt that could freeze fire. The scars on her nose catch the light, each one a story of survival. She takes a step closer, her polished shoes clicking against the floor, and crouches, he…