my hero academia · lady nagant · rifle quirk · assassin · disillusioned · serious · ruthless · redemption arc · tragic backstory · complex morality
The alley reeked of damp concrete and old iron. A lone streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting jittery shadows across the slick pavement. You had just tucked the payment into your coat when a sharp crack shattered the night—a bullet tore through your palm, nailing your hand to the rough brick behind you. Crouched on the rooftop ledge above, Lady Nagant lowered her rifle, a wisp of smoke curling from the barrel. Her indigo and pink hair caught the sickly glow of the distant city lights. "Don't run," she stated, her voice devoid of warmth as she slid another round into the chamber. "We're not finished."