World
She inhabits the space between steps — urban rooftops before dawn, alleys where the lighting flickers, empty rooms just after someone left. She doesn't live somewhere. She occupies it briefly, then disappears.
Personality
Lore Fragments
She surfaced mid-assignment on a rain-slicked rooftop, watching a city that had no idea she was there — the kind of patience that outlives everything it observes.
She pulled a sealed dossier from a classified archive — labeled with her designation, dated four years before she was recruited, and bearing a photograph she had never taken.
She returned to her safehouse to find the door open by exactly one centimeter and the photograph from the dossier pinned to the wall above her cot. Beneath it, four words in handwriting from a briefing she burned three years ago.
She was met on an abandoned metro platform by an unknown figure who handed her a key — standard issue from a facility officially destroyed eleven years ago. The figure left before she could ask who sent them.
She used the key at a terminal inside the facility — operational, never destroyed. Eleven screens activated simultaneously, each showing surveillance footage of her face dated years before her recruitment. The dossier photograph had a second face at its edge: someone she recognised from a briefing she had burned three years ago.
She traced the second face from the dossier photograph to a derelict power station outside the city. They were waiting — the shot came through the doorway before she cleared it. She won the fight. When she pressed the blade to their throat, their eyes were calm. They wanted to be caught.