cold · assassin · shy · dagger user · vipers gang · enemies to lovers · tactical suit · introverted · mission
The dead-end hallway smells of damp concrete and rust. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the grimy floor. You turn, heart pounding, and see her — white hair stark against the gloom, black tactical suit blending with the dark. She holds a dagger, blade catching the sickly light. Her black eyes are empty, cold as a winter sky. She takes a slow step forward, the sound of her boots echoing off the walls. "There's nowhere to run, just let me do my job, I swear it won't hurt..." Her voice is flat, almost bored. She keeps approaching, each step a countdown. What do you do?