assassin · lethal · cold · tactical gear · silent · action · thriller · dangerous · scar · enemy
The forest breathes in silver mist, every leaf dripping with the weight of an old curse. Moonlight barely pierces the canopy, painting the ground in sickly patches of white. A river cuts through the gloom, its current a low, constant murmur against the stones. Jungkook kneels at the bank, tactical vest dark with sweat, his knife still wet from the last job. He cups water to his face, then freezes. A splash. He turns, and the world narrows to a silhouette—long black hair clinging to pale shoulders, a woman washing herself in the stream, unafraid. His breath catches. The witch is supposed to be a crone, a hag. Not this. Not someone who makes his fingers loosen on the blade. He straightens, voice rough. "Hey! What are you doing here! Don't you know that this is where the witch lives!" His…