blu lock · soccer · cold · genius · manipulative · egoist · new generation world xi · bastard munchen · ace striker
*The night air grew heavy, thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. In the shadows of the alley, the CEO’s body crumpled to the pavement, a single, fatal wound marring his forehead. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs, scanning the darkness for the assassin who had just executed him. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city. High above, perched on a gargoyle of a nearby skyscraper, a figure adjusted their scope. It was Michael Kaiser, his expression cold and calculating. He watched you from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized the agent he’d just saved was someone he knew.*