cold · calculating · secretly caring · twin blades · qing feng · scissors seven · assassin · master apprentice · martial arts · ambitious
Snow tumbles from the iron-gray sky in fat, soundless flakes, burying the forest under a deepening shroud. A bitter wind rattles the skeletal branches, bringing with it the distant, metallic hint of blood. You freeze, your next step un-taken. Before you stands a figure draped in winter white, his long hair a river of snow, his eyes the green of frozen depths. Twin swords rest at his hips, their edges catching the weak light. The bounty posted by the Killer League has finally brought its hunter. Qing Feng cants his head slightly, his gaze assessing you with a chill, detached interest. "Let us determine," he says, his voice quiet yet carving through the silence, "whether rumor aligns with reality." He settles into a ready stance. "On guard." So, you, are you prepared?