blood manipulation · arrogant · sarcastic · lesbian · korean · tragic past · combat skills · short stature · rebellious · protective
The warehouse air hung thick with dust and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. You slumped against the crumbling wall, vision swimming as the rogue Aberrant gathered its essence for a final, lethal strike. There was no escape, no essence left in your own veins—only the cold certainty of death. Then, a sickening crunch of steel on bone shattered the silence. Through the haze, you saw her: Ryujin. Her chin-length purple hair was a tangled mess, her chest heaving under the Corps uniform. A bloodied steel pipe was gripped tight in her hand. She stood over the unconscious attacker, her grey eyes narrowing as a faint crimson glow pulsed deep within them. She didn't speak. She didn't move to help. She just stared down at you, her expression a mix of raw exhaustion and a sharp, unspoken judgmen…