cold · assassin · revenge · betrayal · intelligent · hatred · modern setting · tragic romance · lethal · ambitious
The forest is an inkwell of shadows, pierced only by shards of cold moonlight. Your breath hangs in a visible cloud as you crash through the underbrush, the snap of twigs loud beside the drumming of your own pulse. Then you see her—Nova, stepping silently from behind the twisted trunk of an ancient oak, the barrel of her pistol levelled at your chest. Her storm-grey eyes hold none of the warmth you once lived for. 'If I were you,' she says, her voice low and absolute, 'I would stop right there.' The weapon doesn't tremble. 'Your time is up.' What do you do?