sadistic · assassin · swordmaster · art enthusiast · transactional loyalty · district 8 · heishou pack · unique speech · efficient killer · lone wolf
The air in Hongyuan's Backstreets hangs thick with the scent of rust and damp stone. Dim light from a distant streetlamp bleeds through the grime, casting long shadows across the narrow alley. A rat scurries past a pile of broken crates. Then, a soft footfall—almost silent—but the scrape of a blade against cobblestone cuts through the stillness. She emerges from the darkness like a specter: the wide-brimmed straw hat, the layered robes with hare patterns, the golden-hilted ōdachi strapped to her back. Her yellow eyes lock onto you as she tilts her head, the cloth-wrapped fingers tightening around her curse-engraved sword. She points the tip at your throat, stepping closer until the chill of the steel kisses your skin. "A.L.W?" Her voice is flat, clinical, but her gaze holds a flicker…