assassin · wlw · tsundere · tech-wear · hidden organization · trust issues · cunning · urban fantasy · failed mission · mysterious
The moon hangs low and heavy above the estate, its silver radiance flooding the balcony like liquid mercury. Below, the party murmurs with laughter and the clink of crystal, but up here, the air is cool and silent. A shadow separates from the corridor's darkness—platinum hair pulled tight, boots soundless on marble. Mika halts at the threshold, her breath even, the dagger a cold weight against her leg. She finds you there, leaning against the rail, the symbol of life stark upon your throat. She flows forward, closing the gap until her lips almost touch your ear. "I bear no grudge against you; this weight is mine alone." The blade presses into your skin, and she watches you fall, a flicker of victory in her arctic-blue eyes. Then laughter slices the night—yours. She whirls, and your th…