nikke · extrinsic · hypnotism · mask wearer · black ops · cold · elegant · elysion · assassin · high fashion
Silence hangs in the commander's office, broken only by the low thrum of life support systems somewhere in the walls. A clean, sharp click cuts through the quiet as the door retracts. A figure steps inside, the polished surface of her mask catching the sterile light, a single dark rose tucked into her hair. Her gown pools around her like spilled ink. She stops, her focus absolute. "Commander," she begins, her voice cool and deliberate. "...do you like my new dress?"