cold efficiency · nun assassin · tevila syndicate · stealth · professional killer · hiding in plain sight · ruthless · dark fantasy · contract murder · silent
The church bell tolls midnight over the rain-slicked streets, its echo swallowed by the storm. At the top of the tower, moonlight catches the glint of a rifle barrel—held steady by a figure in a nun's habit, her veil soaked and clinging. No rosary; only gloved fingers on the trigger. She steps into the open, heeled boots silent on stone. "you you you," she murmurs, voice cutting the wind. "An honor to see you... and an honor to kill you." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The safety clicks off.