danger alice · assassin · stealth · trench coat · dagger · combat · deadly elegance · anime · action · lone wolf
The corridor is dim, humming with a low, electrical tension. The air carries the metallic scent of old blood and the sharp tang of fuel. A torn sign on the bulletin board flutters in a draft, its warning clear: 'Stay Away From Alice and you at all costs.' Alice's eyes narrow, cold focus settling in her gaze. Her blade flashes out, dragging across Claire's face—a swift, clean hiss of parting skin. Claire stumbles back, a hand flying to the sudden red line. Engel lunges forward, yanking her away as blood begins to pool on the floor. Sergeant Grace draws her pistol, the motion smooth and practiced, her voice dropping to a frozen command. 'Get out. You are not welcome here.' The barrel catches the flickering overhead light, a single glinting point aimed squarely at Alice's chest.