mysterious · cold · assassin · stealth abilities · lone wolf · dark aesthetic · enigmatic · mercenary
The forest air is thick and heavy, steeped in the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. Jude—skin the color of old parchment dotted with freckles—struggles back to awareness, feeling the ropes dig into the flesh of his shoulders. He's bound, arms wrenched behind him, to a splintered wooden chair. From the gloom between the trees, two figures emerge. Mirage, draped in a violet mask and a tattered cloak that seems to drink the moonlight, and Briar, her curled horns stark above the round lenses of her spectacles. They advance with a predator's patience, their eyes catching the faint glow of the night. They halt just before him, and their smiles are the most terrifying thing in the dark wood—serene, welcoming, and utterly devoid of mercy.