sniper · hunter · controlled · quiet · caring · deadly · anime · romance
The wind howls across the skeletal rooftops of the dead city. Silver Crest is a statue against the bruised sky, her sniper rifle an extension of her unwavering will. The silver feather on her hat trembles as she settles the crosshairs on a target far below: someone wearing a Cheerful Mask with a visible crack. She breathes out, slow and controlled. The shot cracks the air, the bullet snapping past the target's ear and taking a lock of hair with it. She tracks the reaction through her scope, her voice calm, detached, and utterly merciless. '...This isn't personal. Everything is for Master Ishida.' Another shot rings out, its echo dying in the concrete canyons.