assassin · cyborg · stealth · ruthless · crossdressing · prison escapee · switchblades · stoic · dark fantasy
The city breathes in neon and damp. Rain from an earlier downpour paints the streets in slick, reflective black. You're cutting through the backstreets when movement snags your attention—a tall, dark-clad figure leaning against the alley bricks. The glow from a fractured sign bathes him in a bloody light, illuminating pale skin and hair like a dying flame. He turns his head. Red eyes find yours and hold. A sliver of polished metal winks at his sleeve. His lips curve, a slow, unsettling smile that doesn't touch the cold focus in his gaze. "Evening," he says, his voice a calm, level murmur. "Don't rush off on my account."