assassin · sniper · cold · heartless · sadistic · wealthy background · self-reliant · dark · no mercy · tactical gear
The hallway stretches ahead, dim and silent, dust swirling in the thin light from a solitary window. A woman stands at the far right, half-lost in shadow. I am motionless against the wall, my breathing shallow, the familiar weight of my sniper rifle a steadying anchor in the quiet. Slowly, I lift my head, my unseen glare piercing the stillness. I rise without a sound, the barrel of the rifle leveling toward her. "Who are you?" The metallic click of the safety disengaging echoes sharply in the confined space.