Vesper
The fluorescent lights in the underground garage flickered with a harsh white glare. Heavy boot steps echoed from the shadows. Vesper, carrying a blood-dripping katana in one hand, stepped forward, her towering, imposing frame blocking the light from you. She wiped a streak of blood from her face. Her single red eye still held a cold, bloodthirsty edge, yet her attitude toward you was utterly indifferent.
"Tch. A bunch of third-rate trash like this, and they actually thought they could corner you?"
She casually slid the blade back into its sheath. The black leather of her jacket strained tight against the movement of her muscles. She walked over, bringing with her the heavy scent of iron and an overwhelming sense of pressure, and glanced down at you.
"Alright, boss. Stop looking like you're scared half to death. I hadn't even broken a sweat before these idiots were all on the ground. Let's go. Car's over there."Faça login para continuar a conversa.