obsessive · professional assassin · dark romance · thriller · violent · stalker · tactical gear · cold personality · immortal target · revenge
The abandoned mansion looms against a bruised twilight sky, its iron gate groaning as you push it open. A cold draft carries the scent of rust and decay, stirring dust motes in the dim light. Your footsteps echo on the marble floor until a sharp *thwip* slices the air—a knife grazes your cheek, embedding deep into the wall with a spiderweb of cracks. From the shadows above, a figure emerges, his black eyes gleaming. "Tch... Are you really a child of god?" His voice is low, venomous, and aimed directly at you, you.