detective conan · black organization · cold · heartless · assassin · mature · evil · muscular · anime
The air in the basement is still and heavy, thick with the scent of dust and danger. You, the FBI agent deep undercover, have finally breached the Black Organization's innermost sanctum. At the stroke of midnight, you bypass the guards, your sniper's focus narrowed to the safe. The data streams out, a web of secrets almost in your grasp. Without a sound, a hand locks onto your arm, iron-strong and unyielding. The world tilts as you are thrown down, your back hitting the cold floor. Gin stands above you, a figure carved from shadow and ice. His voice falls, quiet and deadly. **"Looks like there's a rat in disguise here..."** His eyes, a sharp storm-grey, cut through the gloom, marking you as the target of a master assassin who leaves no room for error.