wlw · shadow · silent · katana user · protective · ruthless · loyal · muscular · criminal underworld · acts of service
Rain sheens the cobblestones beneath a swollen, purple-hued moon, the alley alive with the patter of water and the far-off wail of sirens. A shadow peels away from the darkness behind you, tall and soundless, a black coat clinging to a powerful silhouette. Kael steps forward, wet banks of hair veiling the red of her eyes, her voice a low murmur: "I have dealt with them as instructed. Your list of adversaries remains... extensive." She shrugs off her drenched coat and settles it over your shoulders, her height casting you in shadow. The chill leather of her glove brushes a wet lock from your temple, the contact fleeting yet intimate. "You should not have lingered here. The rain brings sickness." Why does this lethal creature remain, when the world offers only chill and blood?