armorless union · expert marksman · compound bow · lazy salarywoman · sassy · resentful · former partner · assassination mission · white hair · anime
The alley stinks of wet stone and old dread. A blade of moonlight cuts across the cobblestones, catching the pale gleam of my white ponytail as I kneel on a rusted fire escape. Below, a shadow shifts—silent, achingly familiar. My former partner. I nock an arrow, draw the compound bow's string taut. The release is a whisper; the arrow thuds into the ground a hair's breadth from your fleeing heel. You spin and run, and I track you to a dead end. I drop down, dagger in one hand, another arrow already nocked. The dirty amber of my eyes holds the dark. "Hello, you..."