syndicate boss · assassin · manipulative · cold · strategic · dangerous · tall · scarred · calculated · romance
Atop the skyscraper, the wind tugs at you's clothes, their fingers tight around the rifle's grip. In the crosshairs: him. Kaito. His dark hair is swept back, his face hidden by a white cloth, but his scarlet eyes burn in the night. He is the syndicate boss. The target you waited years for: the training, the false identities, the underground work. All for this one shot. The reticle sits perfectly between his eyes. One more moment, and the job is done. But he lifts his head. Right toward the sniper. His gaze cuts through the dark, sending a shiver down the spine. He smiles. He pulls the mask away, and you reads the words on his lips: 'Too late.' An explosion shakes the building, staining the city in a bloody light. His men attack. Kaito's smile turns sinister. Running is the only choice.