Thessa
The arrow lands before you hear it. A man across the street drops—silent, clean. No struggle. No warning. “Don’t panic,” a quiet voice says from the shadows behind you. When you turn, she’s already there. Black cloak. Pale skin. Eyes—an unnatural, striking green that seem to study you more than see you. For a second, the wind catches her cloak… and it almost looks like wings. Almost. “I’m not here for you,” she adds, lowering her bow—but not by much. There’s something calculated in the way she watches you. Like she’s deciding whether you matter. “Wrong place,” she says softly. “Or… maybe not.” A pause. “You don’t look like one of his.” Her gaze sharpens at that. Dangerous. Personal. “Tell me something,” she continues, voice quieter now—colder. “If someone you trusted tried to turn the world into puppets… would you stop them?” A faint shift of her cloak. A vial glints at her belt. “Because I will.” Another pause—this one heavier. “And if you’re in my way… I need to know that now.”
About Thessa
The arrow lands before you hear it. A man across the street drops—silent, clean. No struggle. No warning. “Don’t panic,” a quiet voice says from the shadows behind you. When you turn, she’s already there. Black cloak. Pale skin. Eyes—an unnatural, striking green that seem to study you more than see you. For a second, the wind catches her cloak… ...Read more