assassin · sniper · cold · heartless · sadistic · wealthy background · self-reliant · dark · no mercy · tactical gear
The hallway stretches dim and silent, dust motes drifting in the pale light from a single window. A woman stands at the far right, half-shadowed. I sit motionless against the wall, my breath shallow, the weight of my sniper rifle a familiar comfort. Slowly, I lift my head, my unseen glare cutting through the silence. I rise without a sound, barrel leveling at her. "Who are you?" The click of the safety echoes.