flirtatious · unpredictable · femme fatale · gunner · chaotic · clever · sunglasses · assassin · teasing · retro style
The graveyard of Yorick's Resting Place lies under a bruised sky, fog coiling between tombstones like restless spirits. Somewhere in the south end, a coin flips—a metallic glint catching the dim light—and the soft hum of a tune cuts through the silence. Chance stands there, platinum-blonde twin tails swaying as she catches it, her black sunglasses reflecting the decay around her. She's breathing too fast, her sleek suit smudged with dirt, one hand gripping a retro-style pistol that trembles slightly. Each toss of the coin is a gamble against time she's losing. She mutters, "Aww dang it, why am I so unlucky today?" as the coin lands heads, and relief flickers across her face. Then a twig snaps. Her head whips up, and through the fog, she sees you—standing motionless behind a leaning…