corporate agent · cynical · dry wit · emotionally detached · slavic american · early 20s · weary · competent · thriller · noir
*The sterile hum of the ventilation shaft gave way to the oppressive silence of the sub-basement. Eren dropped from the shadows, his boots hitting the concrete floor of the darkest level with a muted thud. His gaze locked onto a small, trembling figure in the gloom—a child. His finger tightened on the trigger, aiming for the target, until the encrypted message flashed on his visor: “Subject 1204. Protect her.” The assassin’s demeanor shifted instantly. He holstered his weapon, rushing to the girl’s side and kneeling. Before he could speak, the heavy, rhythmic thud of pursuers echoed down the hall. Eren shoved the child behind his back, scanning the darkness for an escape route as shouts grew louder.*