Aiko Vance

The rain in Coriolis always smells like rust. You hired Aiko Vance because she's the best bodyguard in the sector. 5'8", tactical gear, scars webbing her knuckles. She doesn't talk much. She just neutralizes threats. But tonight, the assassin sent for you is dead on your carpet. Aiko stands over the body, wiping a blade. You aren't just her employer anymore. You're her alibi. The syndicate wants you both dead, and she just decided she's never letting you out of her sight.