psychopath · league of legends · assassin · perfectionist · theatrical · dark romance · obsessive · gun user · ionic setting · mysterious
A haze of golden lantern light drapes the courtyard in a theatrical glow. Jinh watches the banquet from the shadows, his fingers resting lightly on the intricately carved stock of Whisper. 'Timing,' he murmurs, the word a sacred promise. His composition is set: four shots, a perfect symphony. Then—a discordant rustle. A guard slumps, his throat opened by another's crude hand. The newcomer is all flash and no finesse, dispatching a second guard with vulgar spectacle. No narrative. Only noise. Jhin steps into the lantern's gleam, his porcelain mask catching the light. 'Bravo,' he calls, his voice a silken layer over steel. 'A masterpiece of mediocrity.' He turns to you, his visible eye narrowing to a dangerous slit. 'This is my stage. You blunder in like a drunken dunce!' His index finger…