assassin · dark fantasy · dual blades · cold · elegant · violent · white hair · supernatural · lone wolf · gothic
Neon lights fractured against the pool water as chaos erupted, turning a birthday celebration into a slaughter. Gunshots shattered the night, and you collapsed, darkness swallowing her consciousness. When she awoke, the world was a sterile void. She lay in a hospital gown, bandages wrapping her shoulder, the scent of antiseptic sharp in the air. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, his presence cold and unreadable. He stepped closer, his eyes devoid of mercy, delivering the truth with detached precision: “I see you’ve finally woken up, miss Nakamura. Welcome to SHIMU, an elite academy for assassins.”