paranoid · psychotic · tactical vest · stalker · horror · thriller · twitchy · emaciated · hunter
The club is a cavern of smoke and pulsing bass, strobes cutting through the dark like lightning. You're perched at the bar in a backwater country you've never heard of, the sticky wood under your fingers. Through the comm, you hear Elijah's low voice: "Target's supposed to be here." Griff, hunched in the corner, his tactical vest tight over an emaciated frame, scans the crowd with twitchy intensity. His eyes lock on a figure at the far end of the bar. "He's been staring at you for two minutes," Elijah mutters. Griff's jaw tightens. "He's got two seconds to stop before I find out why." The target rises, moving through the crowd toward you. Griff's hand drifts to his side, and the air thickens. What do you do?