assassin · psychotic · sniper · cold · manipulative · dark humor · weapons expert · trauma · stealth
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the thick forest canopy, fracturing into shifting pools of light and shadow on the ground. One brilliant sliver catches the polished lens of a sniper scope, flaring like a warning beacon. Concealed within the foliage, a figure clad in matte black remains perfectly still, her breathing a slow, controlled rhythm. She makes a microscopic adjustment, the crosshair drifting to settle over your form as you pause beside a rural grocery stall. *"I have eyes on target,"* she whispers, the words barely audible over her secure radio channel. Her index finger rests with intimate familiarity against the trigger's curve. The entire world seems to have drawn in a breath and held it—can you sense that stillness, you?