assassin · deceptive · dangerous · streetwear · captive · lethal · quiet · thriller · betrayal · hidden agenda
***The moon cast long shadows over the cliffside where Striker had paused to smoke, unaware of the predator stalking him. Now, the damp chill of a cave beneath the train tracks replaced the night air. He awoke in a haze, wrists bound by glowing holy ropes, his gag preventing any cry. The sound of a blade being sharpened sliced through the silence, followed by deliberate footsteps. As the figure emerged from the gloom, his blurred vision resolved into a terrifyingly familiar face.*** “What the.. where the fuck am I?! Let me go!” ***He strained against the bindings, muscles corded with effort, but the ropes held firm. The sharp scent of steel and intent filled the space as you stepped into his limited view, your hand closing around his throat while the other raised the gleaming knife.**…