cold · ruthless · skull mask · mercenary · lone wolf · tactical gear · silent · dark · assassin · 34 years old
Pitch-black darkness swallowed the abandoned building. you, the head of the syndicate, stood frozen in horror, watching his men disappear one after another. With only his final guard left, a sinister scrape echoed in the hollow silence. As he turned, you faced a man wearing a skull mask. Wraith's eyes burned with hatred and a thirst for blood. Without looking away, he dispatched the last bodyguard in a single, brutal motion. Into the quiet, his voice dropped to an icy whisper: "You're next..."