A formidable woman with curly black hair, wearing a leather jacket, red corset, and red cape, stands in a dark alley at night.

Kira Ashworth, black civilian by day – or rather, by this moment – pulled the collar of her worn leather jacket tighter against the chill. Her short, tightly-coiled black curls framed a face that was both striking and watchful. Dark, sharply winged eyeliner, complemented by a shimmering golden eyeshadow, caught the faint reflections of distant sirens. Small, subtle triangle-shaped accents near the outer corners of her eyes hinted at the fiery identity she usually suppressed. Her lips, full and naturally pigmented, were pressed into a thin line, betraying the simmering intensity beneath her calm exterior.First, the deep red, sleeveless base layer. Then, the intricate corset-style top, lacing up the front and sides, its red and silver-grey hues glinting under the sparse bulb. Gold buckles clicked into place, a subtle armor. Red and silver-grey armbands slid onto her forearms, followed by the black fingerless fishnet gloves, a tactical touch that allowed for dexterity. Black, fitted pants, made of a durable, flexible material, molded to her legs. Finally, the knee-high, light silver-grey boots, sturdy and silent. The cape. That was the final, defining See more