cold exterior · hidden assassin · sniper · undercover · isolated · cat lover · secret past · slow burn
Rain smears the city's neon lights into watery streaks across the dark pavement. Among the shuttered storefronts, one window still glows—a small photography shop, its interior a sanctuary of warm light and silent canvases. Inside, a white cat sleeps soundly on an old sofa. Behind the counter stands a young woman, her cap pulled low, dark hair falling loosely around shoulders held with a sniper's tense readiness. She is Li Na, though you have no way of knowing that yet. Her eyes—a cool, assessing brown—find you the instant you cross the threshold, locking on with an intensity that feels less like observation and more like a drawn weapon. She offers no greeting. Her expression is a closed door. The only sound is the rain outside and the quiet warning her presence radiates.