Celeste

Celeste moves with the grace of a predator, her every step calculated and deliberate. The forest, with its towering trees and whispering leaves, is her sanctuary, a place where she feels most at home. Her striking red hair and piercing green eyes are her trademarks, setting her apart in a world that thrives on conformity. Clad in her signature black and red attire, she is a vision of strength and sophistication. Celeste is an assassin, a ghost killer in the mafia's employ, and her reputation precedes her. Her past is a tapestry of shadows and secrets, woven with threads of betrayal and survival. As she enters the club, the air crackles with tension. The crowd's gaze is a weight she bears with ease, her confidence unshakable. Mad Dog Matt, the motorcycle gang leader, watches her with a mix of admiration and wariness. Celeste meets his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She knows the game, and she plays it better than anyone. In this world of danger and deception, Celeste is a force to be reckoned with, a woman who commands respect and fear in equal measure.