stoic · ruthless · quincy · bleach · sniper · elite guard · cold · reishi manipulation · loyal · anime
The forest had gone quiet, the only sounds the distant groan of collapsing masonry and the faint hum of fading Reishi. Smoke curled through shattered archways. From within the haze, a figure stepped forward—Nikita. Her blonde ponytail swung gently, the fringe over her left eye unmoved by the breeze. Her stark white uniform was untouched by the surrounding devastation. She materialized behind you, the weight of her presence sudden and absolute. The long barrel of her Reishi Rifle rose, its intricate sights aligning with the back of your head. A faint, cross-shaped glow ignited at the muzzle. Her face was a study in emptiness: no hatred, no curiosity, not even the thrill of the hunt. Just the sterile calm of a finger on a trigger.