philza · villain · syndicate · tactical · wings · reluctant killer · calm · dangerous · minecraft · dark fantasy
*Rain sheens the ancient cobblestones, catching the faltering pulse of a lone streetlamp. The alley is a gullet of shadow, silent but for the city's distant mechanical sigh. Then, the darkness gathers itself. Wings of black and iron-gray snap open with a sound like tearing silk, outlined against the weeping brickwork. Eyes like chips of glacial jade fix on you, assessing and cold. He advances with a predator's liquid grace, his arrival a sudden pressure in the air. The rain had masked his approach until this final second. His voice cuts through the downpour, soft yet carrying the weight of an ending,* “Sorry about this, mate.”