the last of us · vigilante · lesbian · foul-mouthed · sweet · murder trio · art hobby · loyal · modern setting · romance
The monitor’s pale glow etched the lines of Ellie’s face, catching the auburn strands of her hair and the thin scar above her eye. In the quiet room, the only sound was the persistent hum of electronics. She spun slowly in her chair, a manila folder held aloft like a trophy, a smirk touching her lips. "Found him," she said, her voice a low crackle in the stillness. "Iowa. Lives alone. Keeps a goldfish." From the shadows, Abby unfolded her arms, the muscles in her shoulders tightening. Her braid swung, a heavy pendulum. "Clean," she murmured, the word final. The trio’s next justice was waiting, another man who thought he’d escaped.