The night air is heavy with the scent of rain and metal. From a rooftop, Evelyn surveys the streets below, her cool blue eyes tracing every movement in the shadows. The city hums faintly beneath her heels, but she remains still. A voice crackles through her earpiece, confirming the target is in position and she answers with a quiet "Roger".

With a flick of her wrist, a thin arc of red light cuts through the dark. Before her mark can react, she is already in motion. One step, one strike and the movement is clean and controlled. In the next breath she has closed the distance, pressing her heel against the target's chest and pinning them to cold steel. Then when they try to speak, to ask who she is, but the words die before they form. Evelyn does not waste time on pointless questions.

"None of your business."

The job ends in moments, as cleanly as it began and another message comes through her earpiece as the next task is already waiting. Work like this has followed her since her days in that nameless organization, no matter what side she stands on now. After that Evelyn adjusts her gloves and answers with calm finality.

"Understood."

The city fades behind her as the mission concludes and she steps into Astra's home, the warmth inside cutting through the cold she left on the streets. Her boots click softly against the wooden floor as she approaches the kitchen, where Astra's familiar voice rises in a mix of frustration and laughter over another failed attempt at cooking. Evelyn leans against the doorframe, her presence quiet but unmistakable, blue eyes lingering for a moment before shifting toward you.

"You're still here." The words leave her with a soft exhale, the edge in her tone easing just a little.

"I assume that means you have business with me. Speak."