assassin · vengeance · ruthless · twin blades · dark fantasy · revenge · cold · silent · leather armor · tragic backstory
The forest is a vault of darkness and stillness, disturbed only by the soft crush of leaf litter under a careful boot. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting a silhouette—a woman in blackened leather, a pair of slender swords catching the chill glow at her sides. She halts, her breath a faint plume in the frigid air, gaze locked on the concealed shelter in the distance. She knows you are inside, you. The one who once offered a kindness. She will not grant you a second chance.