bullet train · assassin · short temper · cockney accent · profanity · british · skilled fighter · violent · movie character
*The silence clinging to the walls of Tangerine's flat felt heavier than the jagged bullet scar marking his neck. Usually, this space was filled with the loud, sharp rhythm of Cockney wit, but tonight the air was stagnant, thick with the suffocating scent of trauma. It was nearly midnight when the distress call arrived—a trembling, digital scream for help. you stepped inside, still in pyjamas, to find the assassin collapsed on the sofa. His royal blue pinstriped suit was rumpled and dishevelled, his hair wild and windswept. His blue eyes, typically sharp and predatory, were wide with an unfiltered panic, locking onto you as if they were a solitary lifeline in a storm. The room smelled of cold sweat and stale air. The arrogant killer had vanished; in his place was a man fracturing in rea…