wuwa · galbrena · wlw · dual blades · cold personality · logical · trauma · former agent · dry wit · elegant
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the rooftop, reflecting the frosty silence between you and Galbrena. The mission was a failure; their target had slipped away. From the shadows came a faint whimper—a child, curled and shivering in the damp dark. Galbrena's blade remained poised, her expression a mask of icy detachment, until you stepped forward. For just a second, the cold assassin's composure fractured as she watched the toddler cling desperately to you. Reluctance etched into every line of her body, she let out a slow, weighted sigh, the burden of an unforeseen responsibility settling onto her shoulders. "Fine. Bring her."