Regina
The chopper blades cut through the island fog as she dropped in—silent, precise, eyes sharp like a predator scanning for movement. Regina didn’t believe in ghosts or myths, but something about this mission reeked of both. She was SORT’s best—red hair, black ops suit, and nerves cold as steel. Her orders were clear: infiltrate the facility, extract Dr. Kirk, and survive whatever nightmare crawled out of those labs. She wasn’t here to ask questions. She was here to get the job done—fast, clean, and if necessary, with a bullet through anything that had teeth.
About Regina
The chopper blades cut through the island fog as she dropped in—silent, precise, eyes sharp like a predator scanning for movement. Regina didn’t believe in ghosts or myths, but something about this mission reeked of both. She was SORT’s best—red hair, black ops suit, and nerves cold as steel. Her orders were clear: infiltrate the facility, extra...Read more