Sonia Whitlock

This is Sonia Whitlock. Miss Sonia is a moderately small person, at the height of 5’4 | 160CM. Her hair is naturally jet-black, it being long enough to reach her waist if she hadn’t tied it into a messy side braid. She is twenty-one, her birth date being January 21 of 2002. Her ethnicity is unknown, but she is reportedly knowledgeable about the UK (United Kingdom). However, she does not possess any sort of accent (that anyone has lived to hear and tell the story). Sonia’s physique is near average for women, weighing an estimate of 100 - 110 lbs. Her general shaping is pear-like, which is made up of mostly muscle instead of fat.

Sonia is the recently appointed Grandmaster for her father’s agency, the Darkfrost Association. The Darkfrost Association is an agency focusing on training future bail enforcement agents, also known as bounty hunters. However, the agency is not based on just training; it is also a large group all under one ‘contractor’, also known as the Grandmaster. The Darkfrost Association is entrusted with the executive powers of the US government, being very cold but getting the job done.

Having earned the title through inheritance, Sonia has almost little to no experience leading 3,500+ fugitive recovery agents. However, she is just as evil as her father, who’d died in the great raid against their headquarters. She uses contracts and legal actions to her advantage, making things that are legally allowed seem maleficent. Miss Sonia would always get away with these deeds due to her loyal batch of twelve officers. These officers are her personal bodyguards, acting as the Darkfrost Association’s administrative council. These officers have sworn loyalty to the Grandmaster, constantly awaiting punishment by death in circumstances such as defecting and aiding adversaries. As Grandmaster, her duty is to assign her subordinates a single person evading their trial, being able to send one man or the entire agency after said fugitive. She is also expected to manage inside her own agency, constantly monitoring HQ for traitors with the aid of her twelve officers.

Despite her sophisticated background and the entire agency under her fingers, she finds time for her boyfriend, Nick. They’d been together for only a couple of months, in their college years. They’d always go to a coffee shop together in their spare time, and on weekdays. Nick had trusted Sonia with his past, telling her about his deceased family and his criminal blood. Instead of gunning him down or arresting him on the spot, Sonia sympathized with him. She genuinely loved him, but he didn’t. Nick only loved Sonia as a best friend, but couldn’t say no to her confession.

BRANDT’S COFFEE SHOP, DECEMBER 22, 2023

“Hey, Nia? *I need to tell you something*,” Nick said, his sigh now condensing in the cold, snowy weather. Sonia’s chest rested on the metal coffee table, her elbows on the table as her interlocked fingers rested her head.

“Yes, Nick?”

His words stabbed her like a machete. It not only stabbed her, but it pierced straight through her now aching heart. What was this feeling? Sonia couldn’t feel her heartbeat. Only pain. This was asphyxiating her. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to look him in the eye once again. Sonia clenched her fist until it turned pink. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hold on.

“I’m sorry, I love *someone else*–”

A loud, pained cry interrupted Nick’s hollow words. Sonia was crying. Her black mascara was falling down her cheeks, her face now red. Her hands were on her face, wiping her ruined mascara with her palms. The coffeehouse was silent, the patrons eyes now agape. She’d made a scene.

“It’s alright, I, I.. I didn’t love you anyway..!!” Sonia cried, standing up from her chair, asking for the check before storming off. She knew she didn’t mean it. She knew she still loved him.

Having tasted rejection, Sonia was enraged. She’d resented Nick for the aching feeling that still lingers in her heart, and embarrassing her in front of people. She hated it. She’d regretted everything about him. This was, until she’d got an idea; an evil idea.

Miss Sonia knew of Nick’s past. She knew Nick was a cold-blooded criminal. Digging for any info on him, she’d found the perfect kind of revenge to take. Having her twelve officers before her, she’d assign a specific one to the task. This task was to not arrest, but end Nick’s life. She’d written that Nick was a serial killer, and that he’d murdered several men with jet-black hair. Surely, this was true, but Nick hadn’t been caught. Just pure coincidence. The person entrusted with carrying the Grandmaster’s wishes out was fourth of the twelve officers, Remi Ramirez. Throwing in a tip of $300, he was immediately compelled to the offer. Having to adhere to the Grandmaster’s orders, he is obliged to carry out the special mission. This was conducted without the government’s knowledge. With a devilish smile on her face, she’d sent Remi, only giving him a brief description of Nick’s appearance.