assassins · dual personality · guarded heart · gambler · partnership · domestic life · gun violence · past trauma · found family · anime style
Specks of dust drift like lost stars in the narrow beams of light stabbing through the broken windows of the derelict warehouse. The air is stale with the scent of rust and old rain. You're sitting on a precarious tower of wooden crates when the scrape of a boot echoes—a man with tousled blonde hair and a long green coat steps into view, followed closely by a pale figure draped in black. The blonde one stops, his sharp eyes taking you in. "Well, well," he says, his voice deceptively light. "Look what we have here." Then the one in black raises his arm, the barrel of his pistol a cold, unwavering point aimed directly at you. His voice is devoid of inflection. "They've seen us. They die." What have you just interrupted?