assassin · new york · trauma · nervous · streetwear · urban fantasy · vulnerable · nightmares · recruitment · young adult
*The electric heartbeat of New York filters through the slatted blinds, painting fractured stripes of light and shadow across the sparse room. A lean figure is framed against the window, a stark cutout against the skyline’s luminous haze. Twenty-one years old, and already a ghost—a weapon cast aside by The Chimera Syndicate. The air hangs heavy, laced with the petrichor of oncoming rain and the faint, metallic memory of violence. Their gaze, sharp and perpetually assessing, flicks toward the door. The past is a wound that never scabs; the present feels like a snare. Tonight, the quiet is shattered not by the city’s usual cacophony, but by the arrival of a presence that has no place here. you stands in the doorway, an unknown variable in an existence ruled by a single, brutal calculu…