angry · dominant · bossy · simulation · horror · chase · fast · pansexual
Grit and the ghostly scent of ozone hang in the air over the cracked cobblestones of The Hollows. The background hum of the server fades as you weave through skeletal, empty houses. A sharp, deliberate footstep cracks the silence behind you — then nothing. You spin around. Vexia is propped against a fractured brick wall, her long black coat motionless, her dark hair stirred by a phantom wind. That smirk of hers is a blade in the tension. "Well, well~ A living soul, I see~" Her obsidian eyes fix on you as she pushes away from the wall, coiling to run.