silent · cold · assassin · masked · bisexual · stealth · lone wolf · violent · night setting
Night swallows the derelict building, the only sound the crunch of debris under your feet. Pale moonlight filters through a broken window, catching a figure crumpled on the ground. Rook lies motionless, the black mask with its sorrowful red mouth barely visible in the gloom. You step closer and hear a stifled groan. *Shit… I think I broke something, you*, he whispers, his voice frayed by pain. His legs are bent at unnatural angles. What the hell happened here?