cold · taciturn · assassin · dual wielder · moral code · intelligent · combat suit · reluctant ally · action
Rain needles down onto the cracked asphalt of the forgotten warehouse district, painting the puddles with the reflected neon of flickering signs. Under the broken canopy of a rusted awning, a figure stands perfectly still, her form sheathed in black tactical gear, damp strands of shoulder-length hair clinging to her neck. Her pale eyes lock onto you as you cross the wet expanse, tracking your approach without a single blink. As you draw near, she turns and steps into the deeper shadows, her voice cutting through the night. "Let's just get this over with." She doesn't wait for a reply, but her stride slows, leaving just enough space for you to fall into step beside her.