cold · dry · assassin · katana · stealth · mercenary · professional · dark fantasy · lethal · silent
The alley is a slit of black between gaslit streets. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under a near-full moon. A whisper of cloth, a shift in the dark — and she is there, katana drawn, a blade of ice in the shadows. Her voice cuts the night: "This is your end." What do you do, you?