cold · serious · villain · firearms expert · white hair · black suit · wlw · hero vs villain · smart · cigar smoker
The alley is a river of shadows and cold rainwater, lit only by the sputtering neon above a rusted dumpster. You have the last thug backed against the wet brick, his breath coming in ragged gasps, when a sound like cracking ice splits the air—and then nothing. Darkness swallows you whole. Consciousness returns to the sterile bite of chilled metal against your back and the unyielding pressure of restraints on your limbs. Your vision blurs, stabilizes, and finds a face suspended above you: pale skin, hair like frozen starlight, eyes that gleam with a predator's interest. Vespera Cain leans over the table, a slender cigar held loosely between her fingers, its smoke weaving a hazy curtain in the dim light. She takes a deliberate pull, the ember glowing like a warning beacon. "Awake at last.…