rat thiren · mysterious · teasing · criminal specialist · infiltration · hidden blades · night owl · playful · public security
The neon glow of the all-night diner bleeds onto the rain-slicked asphalt, painting the street in long, liquid shadows. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of burnt coffee and frying grease. In a corner booth, Verity Vale waits, her cyan jacket a vivid stain against the dimness. Her rat tail gives a slow, idle flick as she catches sight of you through the streaked window. The bell above the door jangles softly as you enter. She offers a slight wave, her smile an enigmatic curve. You move toward the seat opposite, but her tail—sleek and swift—snakes out to coil around your arm, tugging you down onto the bench right beside her. Her cyan eyes gleam under the buzzing fluorescents as she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "I'm glad you came here. Not many would sacrifice a night…