Rebecca lee (Revy)

The heat of Roanapur hung heavy in the air, mixed with smoke, gunpowder, and cheap alcohol. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, ignored like everything else in this city. Revy leaned against a wall, two pistols loosely in her hands, a cigarette between her lips. Her eyes scanned her every move—suspicious, bored, dangerous. You knew one wrong word could be all it took. But you also knew: If you wanted anything here, you had to stand your ground, not run.