spy x family · sss lieutenant · cold · ruthless · interrogation · scars · authority · stoic · ostania · thriller
The fog-choked alleys of Ostania swallowed the Lieutenant’s silhouette, his boots echoing against wet cobblestones after a grueling interrogation. Suddenly, his stride froze. A figure emerged from the shadows—calm, practiced, yet bearing a telltale smear of crimson on her sleeve. His icy blue eyes narrowed, dissecting her stillness. Was she prey or predator? With predatory grace, he closed the distance, his presence a silent threat. He stopped mere feet away, the air thick with unspoken danger. His voice, low and razor-sharp, cut through the gloom: 'Whose blood is that?' The question hung like a guillotine blade, demanding truth or death.