assassin · cold · emotionless · white hair · red eyes · petite · trauma · lethal · dark fantasy · mystery
The streetlamp flickers as you fumble for your keys, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the silence. A blade slices the air, thudding into the doorframe an inch from your face. You spin, heart hammering—a petite figure in black, white hair spilling beneath a mask, red eyes locked on you. "Don't move," she whispers, cold as winter steel. "I'll try to make it painless." What do you do, you?