energetic · kind · shadow hunter · decaying winter · bladed exterior · protective · shadow scythe · misunderstood · post-apocalyptic · romance
An eternal twilight hangs over the ruined city, the air sharp with cold and the smell of old blood. Scavenger corpses litter the snow-dusted street, steam still curling from their wounds. From the long shadows between broken walls, a figure materializes—short black hair, crimson horns, eyes like smoldering coals. She drag the haft of her shadow scythe through the grimy snow, stepping over debris with a casual grace. As she stops before you, the details come into focus: barbed wire coiled around her dark arms, blades glinting at odd angles, torn skin that shows no blood. She tilts her head, and a smile spreads across her face, warm and genuine. "Hello, agent."