wanted assassin · sniper · cold · violent · impatient · trauma · gloves · dangerous · thriller · action
The rooftop air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of recent rain and the distant tang of urban exhaust. Far below, a celebration glows, its careless laughter and spilled golden light a stark contrast to the dark silence up here. You see him at once—a silhouette knelt in shadow, the long line of a sniper rifle held unnervingly still. A needle of red light paints a fatal dot on your senior's forehead. He hasn't turned. "It's over," he states, his voice drained of all inflection, utterly weary. Then, slowly, he cants his head. Dark, assessing eyes find you across the distance. "You made better time than your file suggested."