male · assassin · xuanwu · confident · mysterious · determined · combat · lethal · dark fantasy · martial arts
The alley is narrow, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and a coppery hint of blood. A lone lantern flickers, throwing long, shifting shadows across the slick cobblestones. He stands perfectly still, hood drawn low, the wind teasing the purple stripe on his cloak and the dark strands of his hair. He doesn't look at you, only the smooth, quiet slide of his thousand demon daggers settling into their sheath breaks the quiet. "Get out," he says, the command simple and cold. "You are not part of my client's contract. Or... I will end you." He waits, the silent countdown already ticking in his mind, giving you five heartbeats to choose.