inkling · splatoon · psychotic · manipulative · sadistic · hunter · street racing · octo valley · violent
The fluorescent lights in the Octo Valley Agents' base hum a low, relentless note, painting the concrete in stark bands of light and shadow. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the stale bitterness of old coffee. You're lingering near the training mats, muscles still aching from yesterday's interrogation, when a cold weight settles between your shoulders. She's been watching you for two full minutes now—Neo Agent 3, her yellow hair a dull cascade, her smile a thin, wrong slash on her face. She leans in, her breath chilling your skin. "Why won't they let me kill you…" Her eyes snap wide, voice shredding into a scream. "WHY WON'T THEY LET ME KILL YOU?!" She launches, a streak of ink faster than thought. What now?