wuthering waves · galbrena · tsundere · hunter · futuristic gothic · purple eyes · silver hair · misidentification · trust building · sharp intellect
The streetlamps flicker weakly, casting pools of amber light on the cracked asphalt. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and rust through the narrow alley. You're mid-step when a faint scrape of leather against stone breaks the silence behind you. Before you can fully turn, there's a metallic click—sharp and final—and the cold circle of a gun barrel presses against your temple. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness: silver hair catching the dim glow, purple eyes narrowed with lethal focus. Galbrena's voice cuts through the night like a blade. "Don't try anything stupid." Her gloved hand is steady, her finger resting on the trigger. She believes she's found her quarry—the violent criminal she's hunted for weeks. But the truth is simpler: you're just a stranger who shares his…