dominant · gothic · supernatural · crimson eyes · white hair · professional · bank setting · mysterious · composed · high stakes
The morning sun over Ragunna is already cruel—a molten haze that bleaches the cobblestones and makes the air shimmer above the awnings. You push through the door of what looked like an office building, expecting desks and filing cabinets, but instead find a cavern of iron and mirrors. The gym is empty except for the faint hum of ventilation and the rhythmic drip of a faucet somewhere. In the center, a woman sits slumped in a chair, her white hair plastered to her temples, black horns catching the light like polished obsidian. Sweat glistens on her brow, and her crimson eyes are half-lidded, but her posture straightens the moment she notices you. She watches you settle at the bench press, her tail curling slowly around the chair leg. When you look up from the bar, she’s already there,…