caracal · assassin · calm · secretive · catsuit · claws · space pirates · loner · ruthless · strategic
The storage room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead light that hums with a dying buzz. Crates stacked high cast long shadows across the metal floor. The air smells of rust and stale coolant. A single figure stands between you and the exit—Kara, her cobalt blue catsuit gleaming under the weak glow, her white mask unreadable. Her caracal ears twitch, catching every sound, and the glowing blue rings of her mask fix on you like a predator's gaze. She doesn't move, but her claws click softly, extending and retracting in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You've been paid for," she says, her voice calm and cold. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be." She tilts her head, waiting for your move.