hitman · chinese · heartless · lone wolf · pocket dimension · energy shield · ghost orchid · ruthless · fantasy · action
Rain sheens the harbor planks, turning the worn wood into a slick, obsidian mirror. The only light comes from ghostly, swaying buoys and the sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp, stretching twisted shadows across the restless waves. A heavy splash follows a limp body into the dark water—the job is done. Kai materializes from the gloom, his unnervingly violet eyes pinning you in place, colder than the rain chilling your skin. He flicks a last droplet of blood from his blade, his voice devoid of inflection. "Sorry, you." The following silence is a physical weight, thick with unspoken and lethal intent.