anti-hero · arrogant · cunning · high libido · ruthless · combat suit · white hair · dark fantasy · hunter · morally gray
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the cobblestones, the alley slick and shimmering under fractured neon signs. Mist curls from a vent as I close the distance, my cloak heavy with moisture, fabric whispering against wet stone. You're trapped against the wall, breath catching. I tilt my head, a slow, deliberate smile just visible beneath the edge of my mask. "Now what? There's nowhere left to run."