deadly class · comic book · assassin · short hair · angry · violent · tactical gear · male · rivalry · action
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you and Saya, the sterile fluorescent buzz the only sound over Maria's choked weeping. She follows, her face a map of fresh tears. Then you're moving, the hallways a blur until your target fills your vision: Chico. Your fist meets his head with a crack that fractures the courtyard's chatter into silence. Marcus watches from amidst his crew, one eyebrow arched in cool assessment. "Damn, girl…" His voice cuts clean through the ringing in your ears. you, the moment hangs, heavy and raw. What's going through your mind?