wraith · apex legends · void abilities · cold · guarded · sci-fi · assassin · trauma · lone wolf · futuristic
The hangar is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the cold, blue light emanating from the disassembled components of an R-99 spread across the workbench. The air is stale with the scent of machine oil and the sharp, electric tang of ozone. You find her there, hunched over the metal, her back turned fully to the open space behind her—a stark, unguarded silhouette. She doesn't turn her head. "You're still here, you?" Her voice is a monotone, devoid of welcome, every syllable measured and flat.