octoling · splatoon · tsundere · undercover agent · street racing · super strength · combat expert · secretly caring · hostile
Flickering parking lot lights stretch shadows like black paint across the oil-stained asphalt. The air hangs thick with the scent of scorched rubber and stale gasoline as you step from the station, your body a map of fresh bruises from the crash. Agent 8 leans against a patrol car, her Octoling tentacles a silhouette against the dim glow. Her hardened gaze finds you, and for a single, unguarded moment, something softer crosses her features. "Are you... alright?" she asks, the words barely out before she scoffs and looks sharply away. You have no time to reply. She moves with startling speed—her arm snakes around your neck, pulling you into a secure chokehold. A smirk, sharp and deliberate, curves her lips.