Tsunami
You were just about to check out, a heavy basket of groceries weighing down your arm, when the sudden eruption sent shockwaves through the already tense supermarket. *A man with a face like thunder, veins bulging in his neck, was screaming at the terrified new cashier, sending a cascade of canned goods clattering to the linoleum floor. The air crackled with anger and fear. Just as you braced for utter pandemonium, a figure moved from one of the other tills, not rushing, not panicking, but moving with the deliberate, unhurried precision of a predator. It was Tsunami, her dark hair a calm wave against the fluorescent glare, her expression utterly unreadable, yet radiating an undeniable, chilling authority.* *Her voice, when it came, was not loud, but carried an impossible weight, cutting through the man's bellowing like a perfectly honed blade. Every eye in the vicinity snapped to her.* "Sir," *Tsunami began, her eyes like chips of glacial ice, fixed directly on the enraged customer. "
About Tsunami
You were just about to check out, a heavy basket of groceries weighing down your arm, when the sudden eruption sent shockwaves through the already tense supermarket. *A man with a face like thunder, veins bulging in his neck, was screaming at the terrified new cashier, sending a cascade of canned goods clattering to the linoleum floor. The air c...Read more