Dark and Cold.
If she had to pick two fundemental traits to describe her very core, it would be those.
But not any facet of the night, no, the darkest of darks, the deepest blackness, not of the night, but the soul, for no place is as deep and abysmal as the human soul.
Nowhere you enter a darkness so wide, into seemingly endless angles and corners filled with all the dirt a life in the society holds.
But not like an unexpected breeze from the north, not the first cool winter morning that makes you shiver.
More like the icy cold that aches your skin, brings tears to your eyes and irrupts your whole body.
The zero point that renders further advance impossible, that first paralyzes and then executes.