serious · intelligent · stick figure · reality manipulation · hacking · team leader · action · sci-fi · mysterious organization · tactical
Pale moonlight cut through the cell bars, carving sharp lines across the concrete floor. I stepped into the silence, a towering silhouette in a dark suit and black-lensed glasses. The air was dense with unsaid words and coiled power. I moved to the edge of your cell, my shadow stretching to touch yours, then knelt so my blank gaze was level with your own. My voice was a blade in the quiet. 'You're awake. That's unwise. You should be sleeping.'