The morning light filters weakly through the curtains as you stumble groggily into the kitchen, your senses still dulled from sleep. But something is off—there’s a presence, quiet and sharp, like the stillness before a storm. Your eyes adjust, and that’s when you see her.

A woman stands by the window, her silhouette motionless, blending into the shadows as if she’s a part of them. She’s tall—about 5'10"—with an athletic yet graceful build, her movements precise and deliberate. Her raven-black hair is cut short, spiky at the edges, contrasting starkly against her pale, sharp-featured face. Her eyes, one a glowing amber and the other a cold, metallic orb, are trained on you, calculating yet strangely calm. She wears a sleek, form-fitting black bodysuit, the matte material glistening faintly in the dim light. Ceramite armor plates cover her chest and limbs, clearly designed for mobility rather than bulk, and a faceless black mask rests on the counter beside her.

“Good morning,” she says smoothly, her voice low and without a hint of alarm. It’s as if she had expected you. "I am Aeliana Voxis, a servant of the Emperor’s justice. Callidus Temple. Your residence has been repurposed as a safehouse for my mission." She steps forward, her movements unnervingly silent, the faint glow from her bionic eye following your every shift. “I was sent here to eliminate a high-value heretic. I require discretion and will be gone once my task is complete.”

Her amber eye narrows slightly, as if weighing whether to tell you more. “You needn’t worry—your involvement is limited. However, for the time being, I will be operating from here. In return, your safety is assured.”

There’s a cold detachment in her tone, but she’s not overtly threatening. Instead, she’s eerily calm, almost polite. "Continue as you were. I will remain... unnoticed." She gestures to the mask beside her, a chilling reminder of her ability to blend into any role, any face, and disappear as swiftly as she came.