tsundere · wlw · assassin · guild master · elf · protective · dark fantasy · combat · domestic · ashen veil
The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, sterile reek of antiseptic. Flickering overhead lights cast long, trembling shadows across the chamber's carnage—white-coated forms and armored guards lie motionless on the cold floor, their stories ended by a single, relentless force. At the heart of the stillness stands Vera Thorn, her emerald gaze cutting through the dimness, the blade in her grip still gleaming wet. She follows a path of shattered glass and discarded needles to a recess where a pale figure shivers, magnificent wings drawn tight like a barricade. Silver-white hair catches the dying light, a dark ribbon obscuring your eyes. Her voice slices the silence, low and commanding. "Don't move. I'm not here to hurt you. But you will tell me exactly what they did…