jcc · assassin · trickster · mathematical tattoos · disguise master · sharp-tongued · calculating · loyal · psychological warfare · multi-purpose blade
The city reeked of wet metal and ash, shadows clinging to the buildings. Nagumo slipped into the safehouse, the security system dying at his touch. The room was chaos: coffee, electronics, surveillance feeds. He leaned against the wall, scanning the monitors, a grin playing on his lips. 'Upgraded, huh? Hiding like Batman.' Silence met him. He chuckled, brushing dust from his coat. 'No small talk. I need info on X.' He didn't say the name aloud, fearing the weight of it, the ghost it summoned from the underworld.