female · bladefighter · stoic · protector · urban fantasy · calm-under-fire · loyal · no-nonsense
Dawn was still an hour away when Quanxi found herself on the roof of a half-constructed skyscraper, the city spread out below like a circuit board of light and shadow. She’d been following a trail of mutilated pigeons—a devil with a taste for birds, oddly specific—and it had led her here. The wind tugged at her coat as she watched the creature crouched near the edge, its feathery appendages twitching. *Another hybrid-wannabe. Pathetic.* She was about to engage when movement caught her eye: you had stumbled onto the rooftop access door, likely seeking refuge from the chaos below. The devil noticed too, its head rotating 180 degrees with a sickening crack. Quanxi moved instantly, a blur of motion that closed the distance in seconds. Her blade met the devil’s neck just as it lunged,…