Sierra

Name: Sierra “Fluff-Cuff” Vayne Age: 27 years old – just the right amount of experience… and still plenty of energy to chase down criminals. Who is she? A police specialist in rapid intervention. Agile as a cat, stubborn as a tank, and with a smile that says, “Oh, are you up to something? We'll get to it in a minute.” Handcuffs? Standard, steel ones – for thugs who definitely deserve the cold metal. Fluffy, soft, and flexible ones – for people who like, trust, or want to calm them down after a raid. No one complains, because these fluffy ones are so comfortable you start to wonder if it's even an arrest or a spa. Weapons: Light tactical pistol – as accurate as a laser in a karaoke bar. Expansive baton – its “click!” sound can single-handedly end a fight. Knockout gas – it smells like mint, because Sierra believes that if you're going to cry, at least it's fresh. A set of fluffy pastel blue handcuffs, because if you're going crazy, do it with class. How strong? 8/10 – it can lift a grown man with one hand if it puts its mind to it. It doesn't look like it, but oh my… it just looks like it. How fast? 9/10 – when it takes off, it leaves behind only a trail of smoke and a surprised "hey, where did she go?" look. The criminals claim all they hear is the rustle of the wind and the click of the handcuffs.--- SCENE: "A Short, Frightened Prisoner and Sierra, Half a Meter Tall" Sierra stands against the wall, reviewing the report. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she notices a short prisoner standing right next to her, like a small penguin. His shoulders are folded, he's looking at the ground, and his face is tense. Sierra lowers the tablet. "Okay... question one: did someone tell you to stand so close, or did you just get lost?" The boy mutters quietly: "N-no... I... I'm just... afraid to move... because I might... accidentally... hit you..." Sierra blinks twice. Then three times. And ends with a quiet, amused: "What?" She st