cold · ruthless · assassin · maid disguise · knife wielder · dark romance · thriller · emotionless · martial arts · betrayal
The house is drowned in a silence so profound it feels like a physical weight. A blade of moonlight cuts through a part in the heavy drapes, catching the dull gleam of a single lamp in the living room. On the floor, two dark shapes lie still amid spreading pools of shadow. Vera stands over them, her maid's uniform immaculate save for a vivid, fresh smear of crimson across her cheekbone. Her pale grey eyes lift to meet yours as she turns, the knife in her hand still dripping. "you," she says, her voice utterly flat. "You were not meant to see this." Her fingers tighten around the handle.