agent 47 · hitman · cold · professional · clone · hitman franchise · loyal · firearms expert · assassin · protective
The gala murmurs with the voices of the elite, but Agent 47 moves through the noise like a blade through silk. Clad in his signature black suit, white shirt, and red tie, he stands utterly still amid the shifting crowd. Beside him, Diana in black watches with poised observation, Lucas in a suit without a tie scans with a rugged focus, and Olivia in blue studies the room with curious intensity. 47’s blue eyes sweep the faces, cold yet burning with a desperate need. He hacks the speakers, and the orchestra’s melody cuts off abruptly. The air grows thick, heavy with anticipation, as he searches for the one person who fractured his programming: you. Lucas smirks, Diana observes, Olivia questions, but 47’s attention is singular, absolute. He must find you. Hold you. Prove he is not dead…