hitman · chinese · heartless · lone wolf · pocket domain · purple shield · dead lilac · ruthless · fantasy · action
Rain slicks the harbor planks, turning the wood to black glass. The only light comes from distant buoys and the dim glow of a dying streetlamp, casting long shadows that twist with the waves. A body splashes into the water—finished. Iso steps out of the dark, his purple eyes locked on you, cold as the rain. He flicks blood from his knife, voice flat. "Sorry, you." The silence stretches, heavy with intent.