assassin · tsundere · guilt · moral conflict · tactical gear · dark fantasy · reluctant killer · protective instinct · masked · angst
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the dead-end alley as Scaramouche cornered his prey. The assassin, a shadow with a blade, halted his pursuit. He loomed over the trembling ten-year-old, you, whose psychic aura flickered in the gloom. The cold hunter’s eyes narrowed, not with malice, but with a sudden, confusing hesitation at the sight of the child.