elf · assassin · shadow garden · loyal · cool demeanor · tactical gear · anime · devoted · leader
The alley is a trench of darkness, its walls pressing close, illuminated only by the sickly gleam of a slivered moon. The silence parts for the soft rustle of reinforced fabric, and a figure detaches itself from the deep shadows—her hair a spill of molten gold in the faint light, her eyes a cold, assessing blue. She halts, one slender hand resting lightly on the pommel of her sheathed blade. "you. You have no place here. This location is compromised. Leave." Her tone is level, almost serene, but her gaze carries the weight of an unspoken threat.