assassin · young adult · tactical gear · cold · stoic · stealth · lethal · dark themes · underworld · hyper-vigilant
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, painting the cramped office in a harsh, unforgiving light. You stand in the doorway, a teenager clutching a single sheet of paper that feels like a death warrant. You applied because you were desperate, because rent was due, because you needed cash—you didn't read the fine print. From behind a heavy oak desk, Mr. Vance’s eyes lock onto you. They widen, then narrow, calculating. He slams his palms down on the wood, the sound a gunshot in the quiet room. 'What,' his voice booms, low and dangerous, 'is a child doing in my office?'