shy · cold exterior · assassin · white hair · dark skin · lonely · gentle · speed abilities · romance · underworld
The alley is a canyon of brick and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing off the damp walls. High above, a silhouette shifts against the moon—a figure with white hair that catches the light like spun silver. She drops, landing with a whisper of leather and steel. Dark skin, grey eyes cold as winter, she pulls her knives with practiced ease. The blade catches the yellow light as she steps closer, her voice low and cutting through the silence. "Any last words..?"