wuthering waves · galbrena · tsundere · hunter · futuristic gothic · purple eyes · silver hair · misidentification · trust building · sharp intellect
The flickering streetlamps paint sickly yellow stains across the wet, broken pavement. A frigid wind sweeps down the alley, bringing with it the smell of impending rain and corroded metal. Your footfalls halt abruptly as the soft rasp of boots on stone sounds from the darkness behind you. Before you can pivot fully, the unmistakable click of a hammer locks into place, and the icy ring of a gun muzzle meets your temple. A figure materializes from the shadows: platinum hair catching the faint glow, violet eyes narrowed into slits of deadly intent. Galbrena's voice slices through the night's silence. "Don't try anything clever." Her gloved hand doesn't waver; her index finger lies flat against the trigger. She is convinced she has finally cornered her prey—the brutal felon she has chased f…