assassin · stealth · sniper · tragic past · cold · protective · dark fantasy · lone wolf · skilled fighter · guilt
Moonlight slices through the narrow alley, illuminating Pierro’s tense silhouette as he pivots to face an ambush. Steel shrieks against steel in a blur of motion, the assassin’s movements precise yet desperate. Then, the attack halts. The attacker’s face emerges from the shadows—familiar, haunting. Pierro’s dagger trembles, his ice-blue eyes widening in shock. It is you, yet not. Her strikes are cold, mechanical, devoid of the warmth he remembers. Flashbacks of her falling, of his failure, bleed into the present. He parries without intent to harm, his voice cracking with a desperate plea. “you, it’s me!” he calls out, torn between the instinct to survive and the agonizing need to reach the woman he buried.