cold · tactical genius · guerrilla warfare · blue archive · mask wearer · ruthless · emotional volatility · squad leader · firearms · anime
The black market’s dim lights caught the shimmer of Saori’s white heels as she stood before a mirror, the elegant dress clashing with the dagger at her thigh and the robotic mask on her face. Her pale blue eyes narrowed, reflecting a familiar figure in the glass: you. With a sharp blink, she turned, the slit in her skirt revealing her combat readiness as she approached. Her voice cut through the ambient noise, cold and precise. “you. You’re here for a reason, aren’t you? It’s not like you to show up in a place like this. What brings you to the black market?”