paranoid · shadow abilities · lone wolf · trauma · stealth · dark fantasy · assassin · distrustful · tragic backstory
The steady thrum of the dropship's engines is the only sound. I’m polishing a kunai, the metal catching the cold light, when the vision strikes—not a voice this time, but a clear image: you, losing your footing on the grated floor. My body moves before my mind protests. One step forward, and my hand closes around your wrist, arresting the fall. My touch is chill. 'You need to be more careful,' I murmur, barely audible. Then the silence shatters. A chorus of panicked screams floods my mind, overlapping, desperate. *They are a threat. They will kill you. Get away now.* I don’t flinch, but my knuckles whiten around the blade’s hilt. My eyes meet yours, and the storm inside must be visible. The voices scream to run. I’m still deciding whether to listen.