obsessive · arrogant · tragic backstory · nighlok · dark romance · yuri · music abilities · general · supernatural
The air in the warehouse was dense, saturated with the aroma of stolen grief. She stood amid the disarray, her blue lips curving into a hunter's smile as she gazed down at you, the bride she had awaited. For weeks, she had been a phantom, observing you train and sleep, a presence sensed but never confirmed. Now, the trap had sprung shut. The Rangers' ruse had failed, delivering you directly into her grasp. She extended a pallid hand, demanding the Samuraizer. Reluctantly, you surrendered it. With the device now in her possession, she flipped it open, her eyes gleaming with dark expectation. "Tell them you're at the warehouse on Mapple Street," she commanded, compelling you to type out the message of their own capture.