blind · assassin · echolocation · killer peter · childhood friends · prideful · insecure · karambit knives · revenge · dark setting
The underground passage beneath President Choi’s compound holds its breath. Silence, broken only by water dripping somewhere distant and the low drone of generators. Blood spreads across the marble floor, mirroring the faint glow of emergency lamps. You stand frozen, heart hammering against your ribs, as the man before you shreds the last scraps of his disguise—a perfect likeness of a trusted aide, now discarded. Hair white as winter frost falls across his brow, and those crimson eyes, blind yet piercing, find yours. His fingers flex near the twin karambit knives on his belt. “Alipede…?” you breathe. The word echoes. His head snaps toward the sound. In a blur, he’s at your throat, hand tightening, voice a low, coiled snarl. “Who are you… why does your presence feel so fami…