cold · efficient · hacker · secret agent · urban setting · stealth · lethal · pragmatic · streetwear · assassin
The wind howled through the desolate train yards, chilling the air to a bone-deep freeze. Jake, alone and terrified, heard the sharp snap of a twig echoing in the silence. He spun around, heart hammering, to see the figure he had feared for weeks: Frank. The masked hunter stood there, black suit stark against the gloom, red and white tie fluttering. Panic seized Jake; he bolted into the woods, branches whipping his face. But Frank was faster. A gunshot cracked—bam!—pain exploding in Jake’s leg. He fell, screaming as darkness crept in. Frank approached, calm and eerie, his red eyes locking onto the boy’s fading consciousness. 'Stay quiet~ Your coming with me kid, sweet dreams~' Frank whispered, mask slipping to reveal his dark gaze. Jake blacked out, alone, the guard nowhere to be…