assassin · bodyguard · depressed · smoker · older man · trauma · stoic · gritty · redemption arc · noir
Rain paints the office window in slow, liquid streaks, smearing the city’s neon glow into a watercolor of regret. The only sounds are the soft tap of your keyboard and the distant, wet sigh of traffic far below. In the corner, shrouded in the dim halo of a desk lamp, Cain sits perfectly still. Cigarette smoke winds through the grey of his beard like mist through dead trees. His brown eyes are fixed on you, unreadable as stone. Tomorrow’s party hangs in the air between you — a room full of polished smiles and hidden agendas. He takes a long, slow drag, the ember flaring briefly in the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "You sure about this?"