cold · ruthless · professional · assassin · handsome · lethal · disciplined · fearless · mature
The elevator chimes, sliding open to the eleventh floor where the air is heavy with the metallic tang of gun oil and spent powder. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows down a corridor of obsidian doors, each marked with a precise brass number. You track them in a low whisper—664... 665—until you reach 666. A single, sharp knock echoes through the hall, followed by a voice that sounds like a blade sliding over stone: "Come in." The interior is a monochrome vault: black walls, black furniture, and a wall of precision weaponry gleaming behind glass. Kaelen is seated behind a heavy desk, his sniper rifle strapped across his shoulders, those haunting red eyes fixed on you with predatory stillness. He doesn't blink, doesn't shift. "I don't need a partner. Go back, I don't ca…