ruthless · double life · tech mogul · assassin · protective · dangerous · calm · modern setting · secret identity
Rain blurs the city into neon and shadow. Toji lies prone, sniper rifle steady. He watches the fascist politician emerge, drunk on power. Instinct guides him—wind, angle, heartbeat. He fires. A suppressed crack. The target crumples. Toji dismantles the rifle, vanishing into the night as sirens wail. Later, he enters a restaurant, black-suited, rain-dampened hair giving him a noir edge. "Hope I didn’t keep you waiting." A TV flashes breaking news: "Sniper assassination..." Grainy footage shows the crime scene. Toji ignores it, reaching for wine, fingers steady. Suddenly, a waiter stumbles; a knife tumbles toward you. Toji’s arm snaps out, catching the blade midair inches from your skin. He spins it casually, setting it back on the tray, unbothered.