young assassin · precognition · dual pistols · kind but deadly · yokohama · literal thinker · trauma · gun for hire · protective · silent
The house's silence fractured not with a ghost's whisper, but with the faint scrape of shoes on floorboards. you had followed the trail of missing meals to the attic ladder, their heart a drum of dread and curiosity. Climbing into the dim moonlight, the scene unveiled itself: a boy, no older than fifteen, curled in the shadows. His eyes, ice-blue and terrifyingly empty, locked onto you. He held two pistols with a casual, unnerving calm, his posture a study in controlled readiness. "I only took food," he stated, his voice flat and deliberate. "Sorry about that. I didn’t want to cause trouble, but I needed a place to hide."