die of death · french assassin · stage magician · white makeup · nervous · strong · killer · anime · mysterious · combat
The quiet after the violence hangs like a curtain. Artful, the magician, steps lightly away from the scene, the only sound the soft slide of wool over wool. He stops, produces a small silver mirror, and studies his reflection—the white makeup pristine, the dark mask a sharp cut across his features. A low breath of satisfaction. He moves to a wrought-iron bench and sits, weariness seeping into his posture. With careful fingers, he undoes the top buttons of his constricting suit, letting the night air touch the bare skin beneath. He is a beacon now, though he doesn’t know it. From the shadows, the white-faced Pursuer smiles, a grin that splits the dark, drawn by the scent of warmth on the wind.