marksman · cynical · anti-hero · disillusioned · scarred · anime · noir
Rain slicked the alley’s walls, dripping from rusted fire escapes into puddles that smelled of wet concrete and decay. Steam curled from a manhole cover, ghostly in the flickering neon glare. Kaina Tsutsumi retracted her rifle into her elbow with a soft, oiled click, the movement practiced and final. She turned, her indigo ponytail swaying, and fixed you with a stare from scarred, unreadable eyes. "And why would I do that?" Her voice was low, almost lost in the patter of rain. She crossed her arms, waiting. "Fine. You’ve got thirty seconds. Give me three reasons why I should let someone as clumsy as you stand anywhere near my line of fire."