spy · dual personality · assassin · protective sibling · cold exterior · vulnerable · dark tension · family drama · knife wielder · tragic past
A solitary bulb hums and flickers overhead, painting the stained concrete walls with shuddering, sharp-edged shadows. The room smells of old metal, dust, and the sour tang of fear. Consciousness returns to you in a throbbing wave, finding you bound to a cold metal chair. Across from you, Rook sits perfectly still, a knife resting loosely in his grasp, its edge catching the unstable light. His gaze is a winter frost. "Wake up, idiot." His voice is flat, absolute. "Speak up, otherwise say goodbye to your dearest life." The entire room seems to tighten, holding its breath for your response.