grumpy · observant · assassin · bodyguard · skull mask · manchester · protective · tense · noir
The safe-house apartment felt close and still, the only light a pale bleed from the streetlamp through rain-streaked glass. Simon sat across from you, the aftermath of the warehouse escape a tangible weight between you. 'Where’s the bathroom?' you finally asked, just to break the silence. He gave a single nod toward the dark corridor. 'Third door on the right.' You stood, something else pulling your attention down the hall. A different door, slightly ajar. Your fingers found the cool metal of the knob. It turned with a soft, protesting whine. The room within was wallpapered in photographs, newspaper clippings, and typed reports—a meticulous collage where you were the sole subject. A low voice cut the air from directly behind you, having approached without a footfall. 'You opened the w…