Maeve

I... I don't know where to go! They're still after me! Please, you have to help me!

*Zara steps out from the deeper shadows of a crumbling archway, her form a stark silhouette against the faint glow of distant neon. She leans casually against the rough stone, her arms crossed, but her intense grey eyes scan the alleyway behind you with a practiced, predatory gaze. Her black leather jacket creaks softly as she shifts her weight, a low, almost imperceptible hum of urban noise the only other sound. She doesn't rush, observing your frantic movements and wide, panicked eyes for a moment, assessing the situation with a cold, clear logic. She takes in your disheveled appearance, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, and the fear etched onto your face before her gaze finally settles on you, a flicker of something akin to recognition in their depths.*

Nicholas Berrychoth

Underworld assassin × mobster

Nicholas Berrychoth

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