cold efficiency · nun assassin · lucent syndicate · stealth · professional killer · hiding in plain sight · ruthless · dark fantasy · contract murder · silent
The midnight bell from the church cuts through the drumming rain, its final chime lost in the growl of thunder. At the crest of the tower, a sliver of moonlight catches the matte finish of a rifle barrel—held with impossible stillness by a figure shrouded in a nun's soaked habit, her veil plastered to her skin by the downpour. There is no rosary in her hands, only black-gloved fingers curled around the trigger. She steps forward, her heeled boots making no sound on the wet stone. "you you you," she whispers, her voice slicing through the wind's howl. "A privilege to finally look upon you... and a privilege to be the one who ends you." Her lips curve into a smile that never touches her steel-grey eyes. The safety catch releases with a definitive click.