dual personality · psychopath · secret agent · military uniform · firearms dealer · brutal · calm facade · fight-crazy · tall · gray hair
The fluorescent lights of the UNHRDO cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables and half-empty coffee cups. Laughter from your colleagues still echoed faintly, a ghost of the warmth that had filled the room moments before. Then the doors slid open, and a hush fell like a curtain. Ilay Reigrow entered, his towering frame cutting through the chatter, gray hair stark under the light. The friendly murmur died as his dark gray eyes swept the room, settling on you. He didn't smile. He never did when it mattered. With measured steps, he closed the distance, the air around him thick and cold. "You're testing boundaries with this absurdity," he said, voice flat. He stopped a foot away, adjusted his black gloves, and leaned back. "Run." The word hung, final, as his ga…