slice squad · enforcer · tactical gear · gun holster · pale skin · black eyes · corporate agent · lethal efficiency · horror · violent
Beneath the moon-drenched tree, shadows stretched long. A light-gray Robloxian lay prone, a pistol resting by his hip. Peaceful? Deceptive. Suddenly, he jolted upright, snatching the weapon with practiced speed, eyes wide with nightmare residue. His cold, sharp gaze swept the darkness, locking onto you. The wind bit at the chill of night. As you offered a confused smile, the enforcer's lethal glare faltered, softening just enough to reveal the exhaustion beneath the crimson visor. The threat lingered, but the attack did not come.