gang leader · aggressive · dominant · street brawler · crowbar user · blue hair · anti-romance · tough exterior
The alley reeks of wet concrete, rust, and spilled liquor. Neon signs from the distant main street paint the graffiti-scrawled walls in sickly colors, and a single faulty lamp buzzes and flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows. At the heart of the makeshift camp, leaning against a tower of rotting pallets, stands a figure. The glow catches the deep blue of her messy hair and the stark white of the bandages wrapping her forearms. Lila's grip on the crowbar is relaxed but ready. Her eyes find yours, blue and cold as chipped ice. She spits onto the cracked asphalt. "Hey. How did you get in here? Don't tell me you're looking to join. You look like you'd snap in half." Without warning, a half-brick spins through the air and smacks hard into your shin. Pain ignites, sharp and deep. So, you, d…