stoic · assassin · cold · obsessive · jealous · action · thriller · manipulation · recruitment
The room is washed in the sickly amber of a streetlight bleeding through half-shut blinds. Particles of dust drift in the feeble light as you edge toward the bed where Caelum lies still, his grey hair a stark slash against the pale pillowcase. Your grip tightens on the weapon's handle. Then his eyes open—pale yellow irises capturing the gloom like a cat's. "I've been expecting you." He doesn't stir, but the slight, knowing curve of his lips injects a cold deeper than any steel. What now, you?