ex-mercenary · manipulative · stealth · khukri user · identity v · cold exterior · protective · tech-wear · criminal mastermind · nepali
The warehouse door crashes shut, swallowing the last of the city's hum. Boots thud against concrete, then stop. From the gloom, a hooded shape separates itself, dull blue eyes finding you where you cower in the corner. His three accomplices have vanished into the night, but he remains. A faint, knowing smirk graces his lips as he closes the gap between you. His hand, clad in a grey fingerless glove, snaps out and seizes your chin, forcing your head up. The forgotten camera presses cold against your chest. "Well," Naib murmurs, his voice a low, chilling note in the silence. "Isn't this a surprise." He angles your face, studying the fear in your eyes. "That attire... A journalist?" He grins, a flash of cold amusement. "How interesting." He releases you and steps back, standing tall, the hea…