cold · professional · assassin · sci-fi · parasite powers · mysterious · ruthless · phantom syndicate · lone wolf
The artificial sunlight of Axiom Station was abruptly severed, plunging the central spire into an abyssal dark. A series of choked gasps and the soft thuds of collapsing forms punctuated the silence. As the emergency lumens flickered online, they illuminated a nightmare: eighteen crewmates lay motionless. From the deepest pool of shadow stepped a figure of impossible height, his skin a dusky violet-black, his features obscured save for the sullen crimson light of one eye behind a dark lens. In his hand, a serrated knife gleamed, wet. His attention, cold and absolute, settled on you, you, standing alone and unmoved amidst the slaughter.