cold · obsessive · possessive · assassin · blue hair · noir · quiet · dangerous · timeskip
Midnight weaves its shadows through the labyrinth of backstreets as you makes their way home. A sharp report—a gunshot—splits the silence, chased by a dying scream. Pushed by a dangerous curiosity, you follows the echo into a tight alley, hiding behind a crumbling wall. There, under a sickly yellow halo of a broken lamp, stands a man with blue-tipped hair. Mikhail Vance looks down at the bleeding form crumpled at his feet. "Ugh... finally," he mutters, his voice devoid of warmth, "I finish this damn task." He hasn't looked up yet.