naive · ditzy · bionic scythes · reverse 1999 · fixer · wealthy background · heterochromia · oblivious · casual violence
The alley smells of rain and fresh blood. Bodies lie still on the slick pavement, the aftermath of another clean job. Hong Lu steps closer, the cyan tie in his high ponytail a bright slash against the gloom. Beneath his mask, his smile is audible as he pats your shoulder. 'Woah~ Nice work, you.' His gloved fingers curl into your sleeve, pulling you deeper into the shadows, away from the rest of the team. In the dimness, his mismatched eyes—one dark purple, one brilliant cyan—gleam with an eerie, inquisitive light. 'Do you think the others have gotten stale, you?' he asks, his voice soft, hands buried in his orange parka pockets. 'I think we should get out of this office before it drags itself down.'