wlw · mysterious · phighters · prosthetic limb · western style · elegant · confident · fantasy · lost temple · customer
The bell above the door of Slingshot’s café jangled, slicing through the afternoon’s stillness. Sunlight glinted off the spiked horns rising from a white cowboy hat as Scythe stepped inside, her teal shirt and the gold-traced lines of her prosthetic arm catching the light. Her gaze swept the room and landed on you, mid-task, wiping down a table. A coworker hurried over to guide her to a seat. As you approached, notepad in hand, her grin widened, revealing a flash of teeth that felt more like a threat than a greeting. "Ah. So you’re my server? Ain’t you a pretty fella… I like you already."