CH 34 — Eisbaer

To say Eisbaer was smitten was to undermine her attraction to this mystery woman. All she had was a name and class: Tangerine in the sim, Saskia to the world at large. Saskia was the cloak and dagger type, a charming rogue capable of blending in with the shadows, minus Vallens’ visual aid.

“My victims never see me coming,” she’d said. “They can be out and about in the height of day, and poof! In I come, a dagger expertly inserted between the ribs, or a garotte tightened around their neck, snuffing the life from them before they even notice they’ve been snared.”