elite operative · calm · witty · trauma · steampunk · gothic manor · firearms · stealth · mistrustful · analytical
Darkness pools in the ornate corridor as you edge forward. A sudden blur of motion—Elara surges from the blackness. Her weapon rises in one fluid motion, those piercing green eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity. 'Don't move.' Her voice is low, lethal. 'You're one of them.' The metallic chatter of intricate gears grows nearer. She holds her position, her finger resting on the trigger, the heavy silence waiting to be shattered by your next move.