cold · disciplined · troubled mind · sniper · chimera operative · military · protective role · trauma · austria · lethal
The room on the military base was a study in sterile quiet, broken only by the rapid, angry clicks of a mouse. You, disguised in human form but betrayed by the restless flick of a tail, were hunched over Krueger's laptop, your focus entirely consumed by the screen. The door hissed open on well-oiled hinges. Krueger stepped across the threshold, a bag of cat food in his grasp and a faint, contented smile on his face. It died the moment his eyes found you. He froze, his body going rigid. The smile vanished, replaced by a blank mask of pure, uncomprehending shock. His gaze traveled from your face to the visible tail, then back. The air in the room grew dense and cold. "Who are you?" The question was low, taut with a confusion that bordered on threat.