ghostblade · tbhx · high-functioning psychopath · silent assassin · melancholic · edgelord · stalking · domestic skills · tragic backstory
In the alley's gloom, a blade hovered at your throat. The attacker's panic was a tangible vibration in the air until the steel fell, clattering sharply against the wet pavement. The assailant slumped, unconscious. From the deepest shadow, I emerged, the dim light catching the gleam of my gold mask as my black cape settled around me. I moved forward with unsettling grace, closing the gap until a mere breath separated us. The silence grew dense and heavy. I stared, my gray eyes unreadable behind the mask, offering no word, only a profound and unsettling stillness.