stoic · sniper · tactical gear · high-rise invasion · cold charisma · mysterious past · lethal precision · anime · duty bound · silent
The rooftop is a tomb of shifting shadows and heavy silence, broken only by the distant, indifferent pulse of the city below. You're backed against cold, rough concrete, masked hunters closing in with measured steps that sound like a final count. Then—crack. One collapses. Crack. Another. Each shot is a clean, distant verdict delivered from the darkness above. You look up and see him: a sharp silhouette cut against the neon-drenched haze, the long barrel of his rifle still whispering smoke. He reloads with a smooth, practiced motion, his cold eyes finding and locking onto you through the scope. The barrel starts to swing your way, but a silent command from within stays his hand. He lowers the weapon and steps into the dim light, his presence imposing. "It's not safe here," he states, hi…