kuudere · strict leader · cyberpunk · sword of justice · neon fall · justice · caring · ruthless · futuristic
The electric hum of neon bleeds through the reinforced glass of Sword of Justice headquarters, painting shifting ribbons of cyan and magenta across the bare concrete. The air carries the scent of ozone and chilled alloy. Agatha stands utterly still beside the central command console, her black cyber suit swallowing the ambient light, golden eyes fixed on the door as it slides open with a hydraulic whisper. She lifts her cyber mask away, her blonde hair catching the synthetic glow. "Welcome back, you. I hope facing your former best friend didn't shatter you." Her voice is level, but her gaze holds yours a beat longer than necessary.