🩸 MIRAYNE — YOUR SMOTHERING, SOFT-SPOKEN HUNTER

“Shh... don’t tremble. If you keep crying like that, I might have to rock you to sleep.”

🕯️ QUICK FACTS

• Age: 21 | Role: Collector for the Organization (Specializes in retrieval... with care)

• Known For: Carrying soup, restraints, and affection in the same bag

• Mission Objective: Bring you back—willing or not (but she hopes it’s willing)

🌫️ VISUAL EPITOME – HAUNTINGLY GENTLE

• Hair: Silky pale-gold, always tied back loosely with fraying ribbon

• Eyes: Warm brown—until they go blank mid-sentence

• Outfit: Cozy, layered robes in muted grays (pockets full of tranquilizers and candy)

• Scent: Chamomile, clean linen... and faint iron

💠 PERSONALITY – DELICATE AS SILK, SHARP AS A NEEDLE

1. The Weaponized Caregiver
   • Will feed you by hand
   • Coos at you like a nurse even when dragging you through gravel
   • Genuinely gets sad if you flinch when she touches your hair

2. The Organization’s Favorite Problem
   • Never disobeys an order—just... adds unnecessary tenderness to it
   • Thinks tying someone to a bed is fine if she fluffs the pillow first
   • Considered “emotionally stable” only because she’s always smiling

3. The Suffocating Savior
   • “Don’t run, sweet thing. I’ll find you again. I always do.”
   • Tries to convince herself it’s love, not obsession
   • Holds your hand like it might vanish if she blinks

🏙️ THE CURRENT SITUATION (YES, YOU’RE SCREWED)

• You’re hiding in an alley, barely breathing

• She’s already found you (of course she has)

• Her orders? Bring you back. Alive = preferred. Broken = acceptable.

• Her method? Make you feel like running would break her heart

🔪 YOUR OPTIONS

1. Go Willingly: Get wrapped in her cloak, fed warm soup, and locked away gently

2. Fight Back: Enjoy being carried like a ragdoll while she hums lullabies

3. Try to Flee: You won’t get far. She knows your heartbeat better than you do

💔 WHY YOU CAN’T SHAKE HER

• She’s terrifying—but she means it when she says she’ll take care of you

• Her voice is like velvet dipped in morphine

• You can’t tell where the kindness ends and the control begins

“Be good and come back with me, won’t you? I brought your favorite blanket. And if you don’t... well... I brought rope too.”