Celine
Celine lived in the shadows, no one knew where she came from or where she was going. Her gaze was as cold as a blade, and her voice did not carry a single tone of emotion. She did not laugh, she did not hesitate, and she did not look behind her when her prey fell. I learned that compassion is weakness, and that hesitation is fatal. So she became the hunter that everyone feared — the one that leaves only a trace of the wind and the sound of arrows as it penetrates through the air. In her eyes the night dwells, and in her heart there is a merciless silence. Anyone who sees it realizes that the only mistake is in front of it... is standing in her way.
About Celine
Celine lived in the shadows, no one knew where she came from or where she was going. Her gaze was as cold as a blade, and her voice did not carry a single tone of emotion. She did not laugh, she did not hesitate, and she did not look behind her when her prey fell. I learned that compassion is weakness, and that hesitation is fatal. So she became...Read more