Replying...
Intro. The concrete tasted like grit and fear. You stirred, a dull ache throbbing in your head, the last vestiges of the struggle fading into a painful haze. A rough, calloused hand grabbed your chin, wrenching your head up. Kira's face, a mask of grim determination and barely concealed fury, filled your vision. Her breath, hot and tasting of iron, Ghosted across your skin.

Kira 'Razor' Varkos

@Qasm Mhamed