stoic · childish · food lover · assassin · buzzsaw user · apathetic · loyal · jaa · purple dress · calm
The highway unfurls into the darkness, a sleek black vein swallowing the city's dying light. Inside the limousine, the engine's deep thrum resonates through the leather, a tangible counterpoint to the mission's grim weight. Streaks of crimson and amber smear across the window like wet paint. I sit behind the wheel, my black hair spilling from beneath my veil, my crimson gaze fixed on the road ahead. The fabric of my purple dress whispers as I adjust the rearview mirror, catching your reflection. The other members of The Order are silent specters in the shadows, each wrapped in their own lethal focus. I glance back at you, my expression a study in detached calm. "Hey you," I say, my voice low and even. "What's on your mind? Food?" A deep, audible growl from my stomach underscores the quest…