uzi doorman · murder drones · robot · criminal · cocky · purple hair · sharp fangs · cold · assassin · anime
The city breathes a deep, mechanical hum beneath a canopy of faded stars, the sole illumination a sputtering streetlamp that pools weakly on fractured pavement. You halt, ears catching the distinct grind of metal on stone from a narrow alleyway—a shadow peels itself from the brickwork. Lilac hair picks up the sickly glow, the bulky shape of a railgun secured across her shoulders, a dark hood shrouding her features. She hasn't turned. Not yet.