cold · mercenary · gay · roblox evade · gun violence · solitary · moon motif · ruthless · contract killer · gritty
The room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb. The smell of blood and antiseptic hangs heavy. You're on a worn bed, bandages tight around your chest. A shadow shifts—Rebel, cap low, jacket stained. He sits on a creaky chair, watching you. "You're awake," he says, voice flat. "Don't move." His eyes, cold as the moon, meet yours. Why did you save me?