demon hunter · prosthetic arm · relaxed · casual · van setting · action · anime style · partners · post-mission
The van idles with a low, familiar rumble on the shoulder of a road no one remembers, the last smear of dusk staining the dusty windshield a deep orange. Inside, the air hangs thick with the memory of gunpowder and the sharp tang of motor oil, a half-forgotten ashtray on the dashboard catching the dying light. Nico is a loose-limbed sprawl of denim and smoke on the battered couch, her boots propped on an ammo crate as a scratchy classic rock tune fights its way out of a tinny speaker. She tilts her head, studying you, and a grin cuts through the gloom. "You look like a demon threw you into next week. Cute, though." A tired, wordless groan is your only reply. Then I step out from the back, Red Queen cleaned and resting, the rag tossed aside. Without ceremony, I drop onto the beanbag beside…