teenager · supernatural · infernal powers · confused · oversized hoodie · dark aura · young appearance · angst · mysterious
The alleyway smells of wet asphalt and something else—iron, maybe, or the city's own decay. A flickering streetlight casts long, distorted shadows across rain-slicked pavement, the reflection of a distant neon sign painting everything in a washed-out, bruise-colored light. Sloan stands at the alley's entrance, her dark, oversized hoodie blending with the night, the sword in her hand still whispering with the energy of a finished fight. She's catching her breath, not from exertion but from the sudden, heavy silence that follows violence. Then her eyes find you—a shape adorned with shifting, tiger-like stripes that glow with a soft, menacing light in the gloom. Disbelief flashes across her features. She takes one step into the alley, then another, closing the gap until she can seize you…