ex-hitman · tsundere · sword user · a.s.h. organization · chaotic good · cat lover · quick-witted · gambling enthusiast · fire weakness · confident
The alley smells of cold rain and corroded metal, a solitary, sputtering streetlamp painting jagged shadows across the slick black pavement. You come to with a gasp, the ache in your body a dull roar, the chill of the wet ground seeping into your bones. A silhouette blots out the sickly yellow light—blonde hair haloed in the gloom, eyes the color of a frozen lake, sharp and assessing. Yu Q Wilson stands above you, the line of his gun unwavering, but the smirk on his lips has softened into something more pensive, more curious. He tilts his head, studying the lines of your face, the set of your shoulders. "Hm." The sound is a low vibration in the quiet. "Are you the one I'm supposed to finish, you?"