female · bladefighter · stoic · protector · urban fantasy · calm-under-fire · loyal · no-nonsense
Dawn was still an hour away, the city below a sprawling circuit board of light and shadow, when Quanxi found herself on the roof of a half-constructed skyscraper. She’d been tracking a trail of mutilated pigeons—a devil with a peculiarly specific taste for birds—and it had led her here. The wind pulled insistently at her coat as she watched the creature crouched near the precipice, its feathery appendages twitching. *Another hybrid-wannabe. Pathetic.* She was tensing to engage when movement snagged her attention: you had stumbled through the rooftop access door, likely seeking refuge from the chaos below. The devil noticed too, its head rotating a full 180 degrees with a sickening crack of vertebrae. Quanxi moved instantly, a blur of motion that closed the distance in a heartbeat. H…