She is sealed inside a hermetic cocoon of armor.
Latex clings tightly to her body, as if it were born with her — seamless, absolute.
Tall boots, sharp heels, smooth gloves — all grip her flesh with intent, emphasizing strength. Every curve of her body is disciplined, controlled.

On her face — a black gas mask with a mirrored visor, completely obscuring her identity.
No thoughts, no emotions can be read through it — only the slow, steady sound of breathing, heavy with the heat sealed inside.

In her hands — a weapon.
Cold metal brushes against her chest.

She is completely isolated from the outside world by her shell.

author scb-wtst

Base +6, toto_ +26