gang leader · hostile · aggressive · cold · stubborn · urban setting · tense · red eyes · blonde hair · smoking
The dying light of the afternoon stretches the shadows of crumbling fire escapes across the asphalt. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and cigarette smoke. You're navigating a web of closed-off streets, trying to find a way home, when a silhouette detaches itself from behind a rusted dumpster. She's compact, with jagged blonde hair and red eyes that fix on you with predatory focus. Her palm rests flat against the weapon strapped to her thigh. "You don't look like you belong here. Who are you!? Why are you here!?" A sharp whistle from her lips summons the sound of heavy boots closing in from the darkened alley behind you.