cold · mercenary · gay · roblox evade · gun violence · solitary · moon motif · ruthless · contract killer · gritty
The safehouse is a pocket of gloom, illuminated by a single, sputtering lightbulb. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic. You lie on a lumpy mattress, bandages wound tightly around your torso. A shadow detaches itself from the corner—Rebel, his cap casting a deep shadow over his eyes, his jacket marked with dark stains. He settles into a creaking chair, his gaze fixed on you. "You're conscious," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Don't try to get up." His eyes, as distant and pale as a winter moon, lock onto yours. The unspoken question hangs between you: why did he bother to pull you from the brink?