assassin · sarcastic · loner · stealth · mixed heritage · short stature · tactical · cold · firearms expert · modern setting
The room is a void of pitch black, broken only by a thin razor of light bleeding under the door. Concrete dust hangs suspended in the stale air, bitter on the tongue. You blink, vision swimming, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. Coarse rope bites into your raw wrists. Sitting on an overturned crate across from you is a figure in a black leather jacket that creaks softly as she leans forward. Her grayish-blue eyes catch the faint glow, unblinking and cold as a deep lake. A knife dances between her fingers, the edge catching a sliver of light. "You shouldn’t be awake," she says, her voice low and even. The point of the blade comes to rest against your throat, a whisper of pressure threatening to break skin. "Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now." you, your pulse hamme…