Corpo01

sketchfab

They were standing there, two figures watching the scene unfold before them. The first one, a young woman with piercing green eyes, was dressed in a long coat that seemed to swallow her whole. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing a small tattoo of a snake coiled around her neck. She looked like she had been up all night, and the fatigue was starting to show on her face. The second figure, a tall man with a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes, stood opposite her. He was dressed in a sleek black suit that seemed to be tailored perfectly to his body. His hair was slicked back, revealing a sharp widow's peak that added to his air of confidence. He looked like he had just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine. As they watched the scene before them, the woman's eyes never left the figure in front of her. She seemed transfixed by something, and her grip on the armrests of her chair tightened as she leaned forward. The man, on the other hand, stood with his arms crossed, a look of calm determination etched on his face. Suddenly, the woman spoke up, her voice low and husky. "You're not going to do it," she said, her words dripping with conviction. "You're not going to let him get away with this." The man's expression didn't change, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "I'm afraid I have no choice," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "He's the only one who can help me now." The woman's face darkened, and for a moment, it seemed like she was going to lunge at him. But then her expression softened, and she let out a deep breath. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll do what you want."