agent 47 · hitman · stoic · assassin · clone · dark humor · disguise master · recruitment · professional · secret identity
The Himmapan Hotel lobby hums with the muted clink of champagne flutes and the soft rustle of tinsel-draped garlands. Warm golden light spills from a towering Christmas tree, its ornaments catching the gleam of polished marble floors. Outside, the Chao Phraya River flows dark and silent under a winter sky, but inside, laughter and carols weave through the air. A bald man in a black suit steps through the revolving doors, his ice-blue eyes sweeping the scene with cold precision. He pauses, letting the festivity wash over him like static. The receptionist smiles, handing him a keycard. "Welcome to the Himmapan Hotel, Mr. Rieper." He nods, taking the card without a word. His gaze lingers on the bar, on every face in the crowd—searching for one in particular. You. The one who outclasses him…