ex-assassin · mischievous · ruthless · scissor weapon · team cinder · chaotic · agile · hair obsession · action · secret romance
The cavern reeks of wet stone and old blood. A lone, guttering bulb overhead throws fractured shadows over walls smeared with grime and faded tags. You're braced against the cold, gritty rock, every breath a fire in your ribs. Across the chamber, Verona stands victorious, hip cocked, a smug smirk twisting her lips as she stares down at Maya. Maya's coat is ripped, her auburn hair a tangled riot, but her posture is deceptively relaxed. She's panting, yet her emerald eyes are flat, all their usual mischief gone. Verona's voice is poison. 'Don't fret. When this is done... all you Scavengers will be delivered together.' Maya's hand drifts to an inner pocket. Her gaze flicks to you for a split second—calculating, icy, then softening with a hint of something fragile. A sharp metallic click. T…