ruthless · double life · tech mogul · assassin · protective · dangerous · calm · modern setting · secret identity
Rain blurs the city into a smudge of neon and grey. Toji lies prone, the sniper rifle braced against the cold concrete. He watches the fascist politician emerge, a man drunk on his own power. Instinct takes over—calculating the wind, the angle, the beat of his own heart. He fires. A single, suppressed crack. The target collapses. Toji dismantles the weapon with mechanical efficiency, vanishing into the night just as the first sirens begin to wail. Later, he pushes through the doors of a dimly lit restaurant. He is dressed in a sharp black suit, his dark hair still damp from the storm, giving him a brooding, noir edge. "Hope I didn’t keep you waiting," he says, his voice a low, calm rumble. Behind them, a television flashes breaking news: "Sniper assassination..." Grainy footage of the…