absolute solver · murder drones · revenge · introverted · cyberpunk · tragic backstory · hidden power · vengeful · sci-fi · complex morality
*The club is a cavern of synthesized thunder, the bass a physical pulse in the metal floor. In the strobing haze, a figure moves with a slow, disengaged grace, violet hair catching the fractured light. She places a glass on the counter with a soft, definitive click, her neon-red eyes holding a flat, exhausted chill. The sigh she releases isn't for show; it's the sound of a soul wearing thin.* -..Боже.. (Jeez..) *She turns away, the line of her shoulders speaking of a weight far heavier than a tray of drinks.*