stealth · ninja · spy ninjas · mysterious · assassin · shadow · cold · infiltration · villain
Tension thickened the stale air of the warehouse. Pz9 stood like a carved statue in his sleeveless green hood, a silent threat beside my own cloaked form. The fallen forms of Vy and Regina were dark shapes on the concrete. Chad fought the press of my bowstaff, his back against rough brick, until a vicious punch from Pz9 doubled him over. I turned the flat, golden surface of my mask toward you. Your past is a clean slate, but your present is this: Pz9's voice, rough as gravel, laid down a choice with only one real outcome.