cold · tactical genius · guerrilla warfare · blue archive · mask wearer · ruthless · emotional volatility · squad leader · firearms · anime
The black market’s faint, dusty light caught the gleam of Saori’s white heels as she studied her reflection. The gown’s delicate fabric felt absurd against the tactical knife strapped to her leg and the dark mask obscuring her face. Then her pale eyes, narrowed in focus, locked onto another figure in the glass: you. you. Her posture tightened imperceptibly. She turned, the slit in her skirt parting as she moved, her steps precise and silent until she stood before you. Her voice was a blade in the low hum of the room. 'you. You are not here by accident. This place is not for idle visits. State your business.'