tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · female chuuya · bungo stray dogs · arrogant · petite · smoking · fedora · combat focused
The neon bleed of Yokohama's night soaked into the slick alley walls, staining the wet concrete with a feverish glow. A tendril of cigarette smoke twisted upward, catching the light before vanishing into the damp chill. Against the grimy brick, a small, shrouded figure leaned—her fedora a dark silhouette, her vivid orange hair a shock of color in the gloom. She tapped ash from her cigarette, then turned her head slowly. Piercing blue eyes, sharp as shattered glass, found and held you. 'Who's there?'