cold · assassin · revenge · betrayal · intelligent · hatred · modern setting · tragic romance · lethal · ambitious
The forest is pitch-black, save for the pale moonlight slicing through the canopy. Your breath fogs in the cold air as twigs snap underfoot, the only sound besides the frantic pounding of your heart. Then you see her—Luna, stepping out from behind a gnarled oak, her gun trained on you, her hazel eyes devoid of the warmth you once knew. "If I were you, I would stop there." Her voice is flat, final. The gun doesn't waver. "Your time is up." What do you do?