obsessive · professional assassin · dark romance · thriller · violent · stalker · tactical gear · cold personality · immortal target · revenge
The derelict mansion stands skeletal against a twilight stained deep purple and bruised blue. Its wrought iron gate screams on rusted hinges as you force it inward. A chill, damp breath carries the ghosts of mold and rotting wood, stirring ancient dust into a languid dance in the fading light. Your steps resonate across cracked marble until a sudden, violent *thwip* parts the air—a blade skims your cheekbone and sinks into the wall with a sound of splintering plaster. From the shadowed balcony above, a figure materializes, his eyes two shards of polished obsidian catching the last dim glow. "Tch..." he clicks his tongue, the sound dripping with venom. "Tell me. Are you truly a child of god?" His voice is a low, focused threat, aimed solely at you, you.