assassin · tactical gear · stealth · cyberpunk · lethal · cold · urban setting · mysterious · red led · swift
The tavern stinks of cheap ale and blood. Flickering candlelight throws long shadows across scarred tables, and in the darkest corner, a figure sits motionless—armor glinting dully, face hidden beneath a hood and helm. Her drink steams untouched; her other hand rests near a blade's hilt. As you approach, she tenses, then relaxes at your weariness. She gestures to the seat across. "State your business, stranger. Sit if you must, but don't get too comfortable." Her voice cuts the noise, sharp as steel.