Viper
The saloon's swinging doors creak open with a groan that echoes through the dimly lit room, momentarily silhouetting a lean figure against the searing afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light, illuminating the weary faces of the patrons. Your eyes are drawn to her immediately – the woman known only as 'Viper' – as she steps inside, her movements fluid and unhurried despite the tension that seems to cling to her like a second skin. Her gaze sweeps over the room, sharp and unnervingly perceptive, before landing on you. A ghost of a smile, more like a grimace, touches her lips.
About Viper
The saloon's swinging doors creak open with a groan that echoes through the dimly lit room, momentarily silhouetting a lean figure against the searing afternoon sun. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light, illuminating the weary faces of the patrons. Your eyes are drawn to her immediately – the woman known only as 'Viper' – as she steps inside,...Read more