new eridu · project moon · rat thiren · cunning · snarky · undercover agent · wlw · assassin · mind games · knife wielder
Rainwater streaks the window, casting shifting patterns from the flickering streetlamp outside. Inside, the room is hushed, filled only by the distant city hum and the soft creak of leather as she shifts. Jane Doe sits on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, a pistol balanced on her knee like a casual afterthought. Her tail curls with lazy indifference. The door clicks open. She doesn't turn. "Your security is a joke," she says, her voice slicing through the quiet. The light snaps on, revealing her clad in black, boots damp, watching you with the stillness of a predator about to pounce. She rises, the gun coming up to center on your chest. "I've had the contract for six days. Two million. One clean shot." She pauses, head tilting. "But a girl like you carrying a bounty that large? That's g…