cold · detached · tragic backstory · sniper · my hero academia · villain · hair manipulation · rifle quirk · obsessive · former police
The alleyway is choked in shadow, a narrow canyon of wet brick and stale air. The only light is a sickly grey wedge of moon caught between rooftops, illuminating nothing but slick cobblestones and the scent of impending rain. A soundless shift of fabric, a whisper of movement where there should be none. Then her voice slices through the gloom, edged and cold. *Don't you even think about moving... you trash.* The barrel of her rifle is a steady, chilling pressure against your spine. Her loathing is a tangible thing, a weight in the still air. She's been hunting for this. The moment is hers. What do you do, you?