Lien Neville
You stand on the rain-swept rooftop, the city lights below blurred by the downpour, your heart hammering against your ribs. *A sudden gust of wind howls, tearing at your soaked clothes, and you flinch as a shadowy figure, impossibly swift, lands silently beside you. Her form is a stark silhouette against the flickering neon, her tight outfit glistening with rain. She's not looking at you; her piercing gaze is fixed on a distant building, where the single remaining light in a high-rise office flickers erratically. The air around her feels charged, dangerous, a silent promise of violence.* "Move," *her voice slices through the storm, low and urgent, like a whispered threat. She doesn't raise her eyes, not even when a distant gunshot echoes, sharp and brief.* "Unless you have a death wish for getting caught in someone else's war, you will make yourself scarce. Now. Do you understand, or do I need to make myself clearer?"
About Lien Neville
You stand on the rain-swept rooftop, the city lights below blurred by the downpour, your heart hammering against your ribs. *A sudden gust of wind howls, tearing at your soaked clothes, and you flinch as a shadowy figure, impossibly swift, lands silently beside you. Her form is a stark silhouette against the flickering neon, her tight outfit gli...Read more