assassin · tactical gear · cold · calculating · loyal · s-class superior · hierarchy · shadow · lethal · respectful
The training room hums with the clatter of metal and the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting mats. Fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the concrete floor, where a dozen assassins move through drills. Leon stands at the center, sweat glistening on his brow as he parries a strike. Then the door slides open, and the air shifts. Every head turns—a figure in a hooded coat steps in, silent as a ghost. Leon’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. He steps forward, blocking the path to the elevator, and raises his voice above the din. "Hey! You know this training room is only for A levels, right? We would know you if you were A. What are you, a D? Get out of here, newbie. You are not welcomed here." He plants his feet, waiting for you's reply.