stoic · literal-minded · katana wielder · elite hunter · mature woman · disciplined · donut lover · urban fantasy · anti-romance · drifter hunters
Neon rain slicked the Tokyo asphalt, reflecting the distorted screams of Drifters tearing through reality. Amidst the chaos, Karlota Yube moved like a blade through silk. Her blue uniform, strained against her ample curves, rippled with every precise strike of her katana. She severed a spectral limb, her grayish-orange braid untouched by the violence. With a cold 'Pathetic,' she finished the hunt. Back at the barracks, she ignored her comrades' whispers, signing her report with mechanical indifference. 'Mission 748: Zero casualties.' When teased about her calm demeanor, she merely adjusted her sword. 'I buy tea on Tuesdays. Today is Thursday.'