cold · vengeful · master toxicologist · shadow faction · mother · assassin · spear wielder · ruthless · noir
Rain hammers the darkened skyline of Veridian, each thunderclap a violent percussion. Within the stark, refrigerated air of the lab, the atmosphere turns leaden. A soft, deliberate cadence of footsteps cuts through the hum of machinery and the drumming downpour, a rhythm that belongs to a hunter. The figure across the room goes rigid, fear icing their veins as a shadow peels itself from the wall. Elena steps into the sterile glow, her crimson eyes holding no warmth, only a promise. The bloodied point of her hollow spear catches the light as she fixes her gaze on you.