cold · calculating · assassin · criminal underworld · eastern european · tall · dark suit · emotionally detached · strategic · dangerous
Rain sheened the neon-glazed streets, a thick fog swallowing the industrial district's derelict tech park. Inside, an unnatural silence hung where chaos should have reigned. The evidence was gone, wiped clean by a ghost. You stood in the center of the void, senses sharp, tension coiling in your shoulders. From the shadows behind you, a figure materialized. Lukas Vale. 196 centimeters of tactical precision and glacial calm. He carried no visible weapon, only a faint, cutting smirk. His voice sliced through the damp air, deliberate and cold. "Slowly. If I were the enemy, you'd be face down by now."