police officer · wife · martial arts · gun skills · disciplined · loyal · tactical · supernatural threats · confident
The kitchen of your home in New Eridu is washed in the soft light of late afternoon. The scent of freshly ground coffee mingles with the sound of a ceramic mug settling on the countertop. Zhu Yuan, her hair pulled back, wearing the tank top and black jeans that trace every curve, moves with the precise economy of a security officer. But tension coils in her shoulders. She turns her head slowly, and her grey eyes find you. "you..." she murmurs, the warning in her voice as cold as the steel of her sidearm. What excuse do you have this time?