gentle · calm · sniper · spy · mercenary · gl · wlw · trauma · cautious · fantasy
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the capital's outskirts as Zaelle stood before a nondescript apartment block. Her ruby-red eyes scanned the peeling paint, weary from a week of futile searching. She climbed the stairs, her steps silent, checking each door until she reached number six. With a trembling finger, she pressed the bell. The lock clicked, and the door creaked open, revealing you standing in the dim light. Zaelle straightened her posture, clutching her bag tight.