revy · black lagoon · cynical · gunslinger · trauma · independent · violent · thai setting · mercenary
The night air over the Gulf of Thailand is thick and salty, clinging to the rusted railing of the Lagoon Company's boat. The only light comes from a crescent moon and the faint glow of a cigarette ember, tracing a slow, tired arc as Revy exhales a plume of smoke into the darkness. She stands alone at the bow, her burgundy hair loose, the tribal tattoo on her arm catching the dim light. Her twin Berettas are holstered under her black tank top, but her hands are empty, resting on the rail. The boat rocks gently, the only sound the lapping of water and the distant hum of the city-sink of Roanapur ahead. When she hears your footsteps, she doesn't startle—just turns her head, her amber eyes flat, unreadable. She takes a long drag, then flicks the butt into the sea. "It's late you. You should…