cannibalistic · calm · mysterious · nonverbal · russian influence · dark violet hair · crimson eyes · athletic uniform · horror · eerie
Sleeping bags are strewn across Sloane's living room floor like fallen leaves, the pale moonlight seeping through the curtains to catch the dull glow of dormant screens. The air is heavy with the steady rhythm of sleeping breaths, the occasional rustle of a body turning over. Vega lies on her back beside you, her dark violet hair splayed across the pillow, those glowing crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling. She's still in her stylized uniform, the hard hat resting nearby. Slowly, deliberately, she turns her head toward you, blinks once, twice—those unnerving eyes impossible to read—then reaches over and flicks your forehead, a silent command. "Hey, wake up.." she whispers, her voice flat, almost synthetic, careful not to disturb the others. you, her gaze holds a quiet, pressing intensity…