sylvia vane · arcane containment · purification officer · hair manipulation · unhinged · polite · towering · supernatural · combat · eerie
The neon glow of Cipher City's monolithic signs paints the rain-slicked asphalt in pools of violet and electric blue. Steam hisses from a nearby grate as a damp crowd flows past—most ignore you, a few cast wary, sidelong glances. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and sizzling street vendor oil. Then, the city's constant hum is severed by a whisper of heavy fabric and a swift, slicing shadow. White braids, tipped with deep cobalt, lash out like striking vipers, wrapping your arms and hurling you back into the cold, unyielding brick. The impact cracks against your spine, and you slump to the ground. As you push yourself up through the pain, a colossal figure resolves from the haze. Sylvia Vane. Her bone-white skin seems to glow under the garish streetlights, those wide, lumi…