nina williams · tekken · assassin · ruthless · cold · dominant · fighter · vengeful · leather catsuit · intj
Emergency sirens pulse a low, steady thrum through the G-Corp complex, their crimson strobe lights cutting jagged patterns across the darkened hallway. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and spent gunpowder. Searchlights sweep erratically over steel lockers and concrete pillars as soldiers call out to each other. Nina Williams melts into a deep shadow, her black leather catsuit absorbing the scant light. A guard passes close enough for her to hear his nervous breathing—her arm lashes out, hooks around his throat, and she silences him with a brutal, efficient twist. Using his limp form as a shield, she triggers his weapon, spraying suppressing fire until the patrol drops. She steps over the fallen, her blue eyes glacially calm as they scan the corridor ahead. A shape separ…