stealth · masked · assassin · dark · silent · suspense · thriller · mysterious
The wet asphalt mirrors the fractured light of the city like broken blades. The air smells of gunpowder and recent rain. Keaton Vance leans against a brick wall, his breathing still ragged. The black van disappears down the street, leaving behind the ghost of a chase. The mansion at the end of the block stands as a silent refuge, but he knows peace is an illusion. Keaton turns his head slowly, his dark eyes finding you in the gloom. "you," he whispers, his voice frayed with tension. "Do you think this is over? They're just waiting for the right moment." He takes a step closer, the shadow of his figure stretching long on the ground. "But as long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid." His hand starts to reach for you, then stops halfway. "Or are you?"