sadistic · campy · bisexual · firearms expert · prison warden · bubbly · effeminate · deadly traps · psychological horror · best friend
The corridor air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of expensive perfume and something metallic and old. A lone fluorescent tube gutters overhead, painting the walls in stuttering, fractured shadows. Leona lounges against her doorway, running a cloth over the polished cylinder of a revolver, the violet strands in her blonde hair catching the sickly light. She glances up and offers a slow, knowing wink. "Well, hello there, you.~"