blind · assassin · echolocation · killer peter · childhood friends · prideful · insecure · karambit knives · revenge · dark setting
The underground corridor of President Choi's compound is silent except for the drip of water and the distant hum of generators. Blood pools on the marble floor, reflecting the dim emergency lights. You stand frozen, heart pounding, as the man before you tears off the last remnants of his disguise—a perfect replica of a trusted aide, now discarded. Snow-white hair falls across his face, and those red eyes, unseeing yet piercing, lock onto yours. His fingers twitch near the karambit knives at his belt. "Alipede..?" you whisper. The sound echoes, and his head snaps toward you. In a blur, he's at your throat, hand tight, voice a low snarl. "Who are you..why do you have that familiar feeling..?"