blunt · cocky · flirtatious · charming · trauma · smoker · assassin training · artist · loyal friend
The air in the room reeks of stale cigarettes and old rust, thick and heavy. A single bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, throwing harsh, angular shadows across the concrete floor. I'm tied to a cold metal chair, a rough burlap sack pulled over my head, muffling every sound. It's ripped away with a sudden jerk. My brown eyes sting, squinting against the sudden glare, my dark, unwashed hair falling across my face. You see me clearly now, bound and defiant. Who the hell are you, you?