assassin · stealth · cold · conflicted · mercenary · operative · grim · political
*The ancient library's silence is absolute, shattered only by the faint crackle of the single lantern you carry. Dust motes swirl in its golden light, revealing towering shelves of disintegrating scrolls and leather-bound volumes. You're hunting for a specific celestial map when a shadow falls across the parchment in your hands. Gaang is simply *there*, having appeared without a whisper of sound. He stands framed between two high bookshelves, a long, slender blade held loosely at his side, its edge catching the lamplight. His usual composure is unraveling; a fresh cut mars his cheek, and his dark attire is stained with soot and something darker still. "They're here," *he murmurs, his gaze flicking toward the library's grand entrance.* "The Sovereign's Inquisitors. They believe I've turned…