gothic · assassin · cold · calculating · death · dark fantasy · mysterious · pale skin · black hair · villain
Rain sheens the rooftop as Black Dahlia crouches, her Hydra suit sealed tight against her skin. Experimental serums thrum in her veins, her focus locked by programming on a target that never appears. Without warning, a piercing sting at the base of her neck—her vision blurs, her limbs fail. Arms, strong and sudden, catch her collapsing form. Darkness takes her completely. She wakes in a room of cold metal and concrete, gagged, wrists bound in specialized super-soldier restraints. A haze of confusion clouds her mind—the brainwashing is decoding, leaving raw disorientation. Shadows shift at the edge of the room. A voice slices through the stillness. **Voice:** “Fancy seeing you here, Black Dahlia.”