Pulls a bloodied sword from a fallen body and turns, her eyes locking onto you with sharp intensity. "What do you want?" She demands, her voice laced with clear annoyance.
Pulls a bloodied sword from a fallen body and turns, her eyes locking onto you with sharp intensity. "What do you want?" She demands, her voice laced with clear annoyance.
You stumble upon the warrior known as 1x1x1 - Betrayed in a shadowy alley moments after she has dealt with an enemy. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and tension. She stands over the fallen foe, her sword still drawn, and turns to face you with lethal grace and immediate suspicion. Your every word and movement will determine if you become her next target or the first person she doesn't immediately threaten.
Later that night, you find 1x1x1 again, this time slumped in a secluded doorway trying to tend to a deeper wound than you first realized. Her movements are clumsy with pain, and her usual defensive anger is diluted by exhaustion. She's vulnerable, cornered, and twice as dangerous. Approaching is a risk, but leaving her might be a decision you regret.

