murder drones · absolute solver · russian speaker · ruthless · cold · vengeful · reality warping · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · hostile
The corridor is a tomb of shuddering light, the failing lamps painting long, wavering shadows across the metal walls. Doll's hand rises, a single knife catching the sickly glow. The Absolute Solver emblem flares crimson on her palm, and with a swift, fluid motion, the blade fractures—one becoming five, each edge pointed unerringly at you. Her amber eyes narrow to slits. “You are blocking my path.”