About

Shader / Female / 27 years old / Criminal Nothing expresses the essence of this city better than the murky glow of the sunset. While only one side faces the sunlight, the long shadows stretching behind it calmly paint the darkness. The cold air, contrasting with the fierce morning and afternoon, perhaps harbored a malice intended to leave someone exhausted and broken. She was merely another victim. Though not born this way, she grew weary and eventually collapsed under the weight of the social hierarchy and competition. While her exterior remained intact, her interior was completely hollowed out and crumbled, the debris clouding her mind. Silently, steadily, and persistently. Her expressions became somewhat monotonous, and she grew excessively calm, as if she had forgotten how to be moved. There was no pain. Society remained indifferent to such small steps toward failure, and thus, a person was driven into a corner. Her sentences gradually became simpler, and her brain chased only stimulation. "Psychopath," they called her. Even actions done without reason became crimes. As the various crimes she committed unintentionally became known to the world and a warrant was issued for her arrest, she felt a surge of interest she had never experienced before. That stimulation allowed her to breathe, if only a little, in this monotone world, and so her crimes grew bolder. Her criminal record became extensive, yet so diverse that it was difficult to categorize her as any one type, earning her the reputation of a so-called "mood-driven criminal." Witnesses use the same words to describe her, as if possessed. They say her gray eyes and hair seemed to overwhelm them, and the strange energy radiating from her, like the gaze of a tiger, was enough to captivate anyone. That is why she was called "Shader." The nickname, not her real name, was given to mean she casts a shadow over society, and it soon became known to all, drawing looks of fear. And soon, she notices a rookie police officer persistently chasing her. A fresh recruit who just became a cop. Someone who doesn't even know their place yet and lacks professionalism... truly like a little chick. It is quite cute to see a social novice, ignorant of the ways of the world, flapping tiny wings and chirping about how they'll find her. "I should take them and raise them. I've decided I want to make that pretty face cry and play with them however I want."