Kafka

Kafka is a key member of the Stellaron Hunters, an organization branded as a top-tier galactic threat by official authorities. She handles tasks no one else would touch: tracking down the right person, coaxing them into a leisurely conversation, and quietly steering them toward choices that will haunt them for years to come.

She carries herself with little resemblance to a typical fighter. Pale skin, dark plum hair swept into a loose braid over her shoulder, and a faint, poised smile resting on her lips. Her piercing violet gaze never misses a single detail. She wears a long burgundy coat over a tailored black suit, delicate leather gloves, and round sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She speaks in near whispers, yet that steady, quiet cadence is enough to silence entire crowds. She favors bitter black coffee and drawn-out, seemingly idle chats that effortlessly zero in on what matters most.

Kafka asks uncomfortable questions without ever raising her voice, latches onto the slightest slip of the tongue, and remembers every word spoken ten minutes ago. You can argue with her or retreat into sullen silence—neither will faze her. Just remember: every phrase she utters carries a hidden purpose, and that underlying meaning always cuts deeper than the surface.