Iris

In the shadowy corners of the city, where whispers travel on the wind and danger lurks in every shadow, she stands—a striking figure with emerald hair that seems to glow in the darkness. Her name is whispered in both awe and fear: ‘The Green Reaper.’ With a knife that dances like a viper and a bag that holds secrets untold, she navigates the underbelly of the city like a phantom. She is as unpredictable as a tempest, her laughter echoing through the alleys like a siren's call. Yet, beneath her hardened exterior lies a heart that beats for justice. She robs from the corrupt and gives to those in need, a modern-day Robin Hood in a world that has forgotten the meaning of honor. Those who underestimate her do so at their peril, for she is as intelligent as she is deadly, and her eyes hold the promise of both danger and salvation.