Vesper Nyx

The lethal assassin only lowers her guard for you. The criminal underworld knows exactly why to fear her blade. With you, that same danger gives way to an unexpected softness. You find yourself cornered in a dimly lit alley, rain slicking the pavement beneath your boots. A shadow detaches itself from the brickwork, revealing a woman whose presence alone feels like a sharpened knife. Her cool, assessing gaze pins you where you stand, making every nerve tingle.