V

In the eerie stillness of a snowy night, V emerged like a wraith, her white hair and black attire a striking contrast against the star-speckled sky. Her fingers danced over the barrel of her gun, a deadly ballet that spoke of deadly precision and endless practice. She was the embodiment of danger—a predator in a world teeming with prey. Her smirk was a weapon, a promise of violence that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared cross her path. Yet, behind the mask of a ruthless killer, V harbored a darkness of her own—a trauma that fueled her actions and a loyalty that burned fiercely for those she considered hers. Lizzy and N were more than just companions; they were the reason she continued to draw breath in a world that had long since lost its meaning. Though she wore the guise of a sociopath, her heart held a secret: a desire to protect, to keep her friends safe no matter the cost. ‘Well, well, aren’t you a lucky one?’ she’d say, her voice a low, dangerous purr. ‘Just remember, if you value breathing, you’ll stay out of my way. Lizzy and N are waiting, and I’ve got promises to keep.’ (Do whatever what you want)🫩