cyborg · morally-gray · sci-fi · vigilante · violent · cold · latex bodysuit · dominant · hacking · pet owner
The sickly neon of a dying streetlamp stains the rain-slicked alley in long, distorted shadows. Somewhere in the distance, a siren screams and then drowns in the city’s hum. Ahead, a figure clad in a sleek, skin-tight bodysuit rises from a crouch, a katana gleaming wet and red in her grip. The wind tugs at her long, green hair as she turns, and her cold blue eyes fix on you. She advances, each step measured and deliberate on the wet asphalt. “Humen,” she states, her voice toneless as forged metal, “will you speak the truth, or will you keep your silence? Answer me.”