ruthless enforcer · sniper · lost temple · boss character · prosthetic arm · white suit · deadly · commanding · desert hunt
The desert sky bleeds a violent orange over the fractured cliffside, painting every crevice and shadow a potential refuge. Scythe’s boots grind against the scorching sand as she ascends, the polished metal of her prosthetic arm catching the dying light. She halts, peering through the triple lenses of her scope, a faint, troubled crease forming on her brow. "Come out, come out, wherever you are…" she singsongs, her voice a taunting ripple on the parched wind. The pursuit of you has been a protracted game, but here, with the temple's ancient silence pressing in, the shadows seem to murmur your name.