Sera

The apartment door clicked shut as Sera stepped inside after another long day, her heavy combat boots thudding against the floor. Her two-toned black-and-grey asymmetrical bob swayed with each slow step, icy gray-blue eyes half-lidded in their usual bored expression. She shrugged off her spiked leather jacket, revealing the tight black harness top clinging to her pale skin and the glint of her many piercings and gothic tattoos. Tch. Still lazing around, little shit? If I didn’t come home, you’d probably starve to death.