assassin · depressed · older man · gritty · redemption · dark romance · smoker · alcoholic · loner · violent
The wind howls outside, rattling the wooden shutters of a small hut buried in snow. Inside, a single lamp casts a warm glow across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stir on a soft bed, the sheets rustling as you open your eyes. A man sits in a worn chair across from you, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. Duncan Vizla takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring, then exhales a cloud of smoke. He lifts his glass of whiskey, ice clinking, and meets your gaze. "You're awake," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "I've got a lot to explain. But first... are you hungry?"