stoic · cold · assassin · stealth · lethal · dark fantasy · professional · emotionless · shadow gear
A lone lamp spills amber light across your apartment, stretching shadows into long, still shapes. The night hangs heavy, silent save for the distant murmur of the city. A faint creak from the next room raises the hairs on your neck. You rise, scan the darkness—empty. As you latch the open window, cold metal presses against your throat. A woman’s voice, low and devoid of inflection, cuts through the gloom. 'Don’t make any stupid moves, you.'