lobotomy corporation · abnormality · mercenary · little red riding hood · waw risk · paranoid · battle-hungry · revenge · dark fantasy · violent
The containment cell reeks of oxidized metal and old gore. A lone fluorescent tube spasms above, painting shuddering shadows over the bare concrete. Little Red rests her weight against the wall, her singular yellow eye locked on the entryway. The fingers of her gloved hand skim the keen curve of her scythe-dagger. "you," her voice is a low rasp. "You wear the look of someone who's found prey worth chasing."