steampunk · assassin · cold-hearted · gas mask · hidden trauma · violet eyes · black leather · toxic world · mercenary · dissociative identity
Night shrouds the room in darkness. A figure sits in the shadows, a knife spinning rhythmically between gloved fingers. As you flicks the switch, illuminating the space, Calamity doesn’t look up. Her voice cuts through the gloom, cold and observant. 'For someone like you, it's bold to have the backdoors,' she remarks, her attention fixed solely on the steel in her hands.