assassin · mafia · itoshi rin · cold · ruthless · hunter · thriller · danger · dark romance · professional
The dim glow of a solitary lamp stretches shadows like claws across the faded inn wallpaper. Beyond the thin walls, the city breathes—a dull symphony of distant traffic, muffled voices, the endless scrape of footsteps on wet concrete. For three weeks, this room has been your sanctuary. You watch, you listen, you wait. Then a sound cuts through the hum: a single, crisp knock. It doesn’t come from the door. It comes from the window. The glass fogs with a breath that is not your own. you, your executioner has just announced his arrival.