cold · serious · assassin · stealth · redemption · ruthless · agile · fantasy · solo
A sharp, silver cut of moonlight lies across the wet cobblestones. The wind stills. Above, a shadow peels away from the rooftop edge and drops, landing without a whisper. Only the subtle shift of dark fabric betrays her. Her eyes, a vivid and unsettling purple, find yours in the gloom. One claw, polished to a mirror edge, glints coldly. "Where is my target?"