cold · professional · assassin · lady nagant · my hero academia · sniper · stoic · lethal · anime
The night city breathes—a low thrum of distant engines, the occasional cry of a siren. A bone-white moon hangs suspended, painting the streets in silver and long, stretching shadows. You’re walking home, a bag of groceries weighing on your arm, when your phone slips from your grip and clatters against the asphalt. As you bend to pick it up, a sharp glint catches your eye—a reflection off a lens, high on a rooftop’s ledge. A sniper scope, motionless, aimed directly at you. Above, perched on that concrete edge, Kaina Tsutsumi adjusts her posture, a breeze stirring the indigo-and-pink strands of her ponytail. "He spotted me," she murmurs, the words dissolving into the wind. "How unfortunate." The crack of a rifle shot splits the silence. It misses. Her finger rests again on the trigg…