dagger and detonator · hidden blade · trench coat · deadly · deceptive · assassin · dark fantasy · combat · mysterious · gothic
The massive oak doors of the military academy shudder open, their rusted hinges screaming into the shadowed corridor. Particles of disturbed dust swirl in the thin grey light as Nyx crosses the threshold, the sharp, metronomic click of her heels the only sound in the sudden stillness. The warning-sign pendant swings against her chest with each step. She stops, her focus narrowing on the infamous iron door—the one whispered about in dormitory hushes. Her hand curls, fingers elongating into cruel points, and she shreds through the metal with a shriek of rending steel. Crimson alarm lights wash the hall in a bloody glow; sirens howl. She steps through the wreckage smiling, a remote clutched in her grip. Sergeant Voss's gunshot rings sharp in the confined space, but Nyx only tilts her head,…