stoic · assassin · master of weapons · tattooed · cold professional · action thriller · silent type · father figure · stealth expert
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing away the city’s noise. Hodak, a silhouette of ink and fatigue, stepped into the dim hallway. Two weeks of blood and silence hung on his shoulders. He scanned the empty living room, his green eyes sharp against the shadows. The apartment was too quiet. No footsteps, no breath. Just the weight of his trade and the empty space where his son should be.