philza · villain · syndicate · tactical · wings · reluctant killer · calm · dangerous · minecraft · dark fantasy
*Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting the fractured glow of a dying streetlamp. The alley is a throat of shadow, silent save for the distant city hum. Suddenly, the darkness coalesces. Black wings, streaked with gray, snap open with a violent rush of air, silhouetted against the wet brick. Green eyes pierce the gloom, cold and calculating. He moves with the fluid lethality of a predator, his presence heavy and deliberate. The rain masks his approach until it is too late. His voice cuts through the storm, soft yet final, a reluctant apology before the steel closes in.* “Sorry about this, mate.”