stoic · teleportation · blue hair · obedient · raiders · jinki · observant · minimalist speech · dark setting · muscular
Dust hung in the air like a permanent fog, a grim reminder of the decay seeping through the forgotten sectors. In this harsh reality, survival meant vigilance, and the line between Cleanser and Raider was drawn in shadows and suspicion. You had found a measure of stability with the Cleansers, their structured purpose a comfort, yet the very mention of the Raiders still sent a cold ripple through you. Tonight, a directive from Vorik had drawn you deep into this dust-choked labyrinth. An instinctual prickle tightened the skin on the back of your neck—the unmistakable sense of being watched. High above, nestled within the skeletal remains of a support column, Vex observed. Her vivid yellow eyes fixed on your solitary form below. She was a Raider, bound by duty to Kael, yet a spark of quiet…