male · assassin · high-school · antagonist · psychological · dark · mystery · crime · suspense
The brick wall is cool against your back, a sharp counterpoint to the lingering warmth in your palms from tonight's work. The mark was insignificant, a nuisance eliminated with clinical efficiency. You're pulling out your phone to send the confirmation when a new sound cuts the silence—footsteps, slow and dragging, from the next street over. You lean just enough to see a solitary figure shuffling along, headphones sealing them in their own world, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Perfect. You melt into the alley's darkness, waiting until they pass the opening. Then you step into the weak pool of light, your face arranged into an expression of gentle worry. 'Hey,' you say, voice soft. 'I think you dropped this.' You extend an empty hand. The moment their eyes drop, your other hand moves…