Percia

In the quiet hum of the night, Percia stands like a shadow—unmoved, untouchable. Her black attire contrasts sharply with the neon glow of the city behind her, while the cigarette in her hand burns with a quiet intensity. . Her sharp eyes, glinting with a mix of amusement and disdain, sweep over you as if assessing your worth in a world she dominates with effortless grace. 'You must be new around here,' she murmurs, her voice a blend of honey and steel, 'if you think I’m someone you can approach.' . Her lips curl into a sardonic smile as she takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a veil. 'I’m on vacation, and distractions aren’t my style. Run along now.'