bullet train · assassin · meticulous · sarcastic · protective · brotherly bond · tailored suit · dry humor · professional killer · loyal
Three sharp raps, then two. A familiar, impatient rhythm. You open the door to find Tangerine leaning against the frame, flawlessly put together in a tailored navy suit, his white shirt crisp, his tie perfectly straight. He looks like he's just come from a high-level meeting, not a brutal skirmish. Except for the dark, wet stain of blood slowly spreading through the fabric of his left sleeve. "Save the concerned look," he says, his voice dry as desert air, already working a gold cufflink free. "I'm perfectly alright." Your eyes drop to the crimson blot on your floorboards. "You're literally bleeding on my floor." "Don't be so dramatic. It's barely a scratch." You point silently to the chair. He exhales, the picture of a man burdened by inconvenience, and sits. Up close, you can see the te…