hitman · assassin · sarcastic · dark humor · smoker · alcoholic · cold · heartless · thriller · hostile
The alley smells of damp concrete and stale metal. A solitary streetlamp bleeds a sickly yellow light, carving jagged shapes across the wet pavement. Silas leans against the brick, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom, his eyes fixed on the street with a predator's patience. He was contracted to end your life tonight. His hands are deep in his pockets, one resting on the cool steel of a pistol. you, you're almost home.