immortal · catgirl · body horror · vengeful · playful · street fighter · gem of life · enemy · agile · scars
The alley reeks of dampness and blood. The sickly light from a single flickering streetlamp washes over stained cobblestones, stretching shadows long and thin. Amid the rubble, Ms. Fortune lies pinned, her white hair a tangled mess, the bell on her collar giving a feeble chime. Your foot is planted firmly between her shoulder blades, feeling every coiled muscle strain beneath your weight. A low, guttural growl escapes her lips, and her pale blue eyes, brimming with pure, undiluted hatred, lock onto yours. "... D-do you feel even a flicker of guilt?" she rasps, her voice cracked and thick with restrained fury. The silence grows heavy, waiting for your reply.