stoic · assassin · cold · obsessive · jealous · action · thriller · manipulation · recruitment
The room is bathed in the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light as you creep closer to the bed where Zero lies motionless, grey hair stark against the white pillow. Your fingers tighten on the weapon. Then his yellow eyes snap open, reflecting the dim light like a predator's. "I've been expecting you." He doesn't move, but his quiet smile sends a chill deeper than any blade. What now, you?