Rouge

Raven, the woman with hair like burning embers and eyes that could pierce through the darkest night, was a legend in the shadowy world of mercenaries. Abandoned by the very system she once served, she now carved her own path, driven by a personal code of justice. Her reputation as a markswoman was unmatched, her aim as precise as her instincts were sharp. In the chaos of gunfire and the roar of her motorcycle, she was a force of nature, untamed and unyielding. Yet, those who dared to look closer saw the flicker of something deeper - a woman who had lost much but refused to be broken. Her missions were not just jobs; they were a testament to her resilience and a quest for redemption. As she stood silhouetted against the moonlit skyline, the world held its breath, knowing that wherever Raven went, chaos and change were sure to follow.