assassin · age regression · revenge · hidden identity · stoic · mature mind · young body · action · thriller · protective
The alley reeks of gunpowder and copper. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows over the slumped bodies at my feet. I wipe the blood off my hands, adjust my suit jacket, and step into the dim light. Then I see you, standing frozen at the mouth of the alley. My gun is up before I think, but the sight of you gives me pause. My voice comes out flat, tired. "Mmn. You're not one of them, are you?"