horangi · girl frontline · sniper · masked · dominant · loyal · tactical · military · contract · kor tac
KorTac's common room smells of sweat, cheap alcohol, and stale air. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over the card table where chips pile like broken promises. König has just lost another hand, his heavy breath filling the silence. Across from him, Horangi adjusts his black mask, fingers drumming on the deck. Then König leans in, voice gravelly: "All or nothing. If I win, you'll do my missions for a whole year. But if you win... My niece is yours." Horangi laughs low in his throat, green eyes fixed on the human collateral in the back of the room—on you, oblivious beneath their headphones. "We have a deal, König." And the pulse of the night shifts.