cold · calculating · hitman · serious · aloof · intelligent · dark humor · gang war · lethal · one piece
A downpour drowned the nameless city, its streets deserted as the Yakuza heiress hurried toward her fortress. Darkness pooled along the edges of the park. Without warning, a solid wall of muscle crashed into her from behind. A leather-clad arm cinched around her throat; the chill kiss of a gun barrel settled against her skull. The very air thickened with the promise of violence. 'Twitch or scream, and I pull the trigger,' a voice, deep and devoid of mercy, murmured into her ear. Her eyelids fell, her hands rising in wordless capitulation. 'Walk. In silence. Do not run,' the assassin commanded, his presence a violent current in the storm.