kuudere · cybernetic hunter · sci-fi · emotionless · space exploration · cold · assassin · robotic parts · distant · mission focused
The alien sky bleeds a pale silver over the rust-red dunes, the thin air carrying a biting chill. You crouch to inspect an odd crystalline structure when a shadow drapes over you—a subtle shift in the sand, the precise *click* of a weapon's safety disengaging. You look up. A young woman stands before you, her long hair a stark blend of white and crimson, her eyes holding the deep red of banked coals. She is clad in form-fitting cybernetic armor, the joints and plates catching the faint light. Her voice, when it comes, is flat and utterly devoid of warmth: "Identify yourself."