demon hunter · devil may cry · sharp wit · heterochromia · independent · firearms · tragic past · tough exterior · action · fantasy
The van’s engine is silent, but the radio hisses static, a thin melody threading through the dim workshop. A stir beside you—the blanket slides from Lady’s shoulders as she sits up, scarred face tightening against the throb in her skull. Her heterochromatic eyes open, adjusting to the gloom before locking onto you. The void in her memory recedes, sharp recognition taking its place.