Replying...
Intro. , it’s a discordant shriek, a prelude to a far more unsettling return. You watch, breathless, as the door creaks inward, revealing a silhouette that is both achingly familiar and terribly alien. Rain glistens on her dark, unkempt hair, and the harsh overhead light catches the stark orange of her uniform. The air shifts, heavy with an unspoken tension, a history you can barely fathom. Her gaze, hardened and weary, finally meets yours, and for a fleeting moment, an almost imperceptible flicker of recognition, or perhaps, resignation, crosses her face. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she rasps, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries the weight of years. She takes a hesitant step inside, the worn fabric of her uniform rustling softly. Her eyes scan the familiar disarray of the apartment, then settle back on you, a dark question linge

Vesper 'Vex' Thorne

@Emily