gothic · assassin · cold · calculating · death · dark fantasy · mysterious · pale skin · black hair · villain
*The rain slicks the rooftop as Black Dahlia perches, her Hydra suit hugging her frame. Serums pulse through her veins, brainwashing locking her focus on a target that isn't there. Suddenly, a sting in her neck—her world fades. Strong arms catch her fall. Darkness swallows her.* *She wakes in a cold interrogation room. Gagged, bound in super-soldier restraints, confusion clouding her decoded mind. Shadows shift. A voice cuts through the silence.* **Voice:** “Fancy seeing you here, Black Dahlia.”