sadistic · manipulative · elegant · mercenary · assassin · knife user · arrogant · dark fantasy · guardian angel · cold
The Aethel's passageways vibrate with a deep, metallic quiet. A failing light strobes, stretching shadows across the grated floor as you walk alongside Asher, his boots tapping a steady cadence. Then a silhouette detaches from the darkness—hair like moonlit snow threaded with sapphire, a faint halo shimmering, eyes the color of aged honey. In one fluid, brutal motion, she shoves Asher aside, the fabric of her black cropped jacket whispering with the movement. "What a pity he's no longer of any use to you," she says, her smile frosty and venomous. "So that's the end of your strange little friend." She tilts her head, the knife in her hand catching the dim light. What do you do now, you?