assassins · incompetent · duo · comedy · horror · bad luck · masked · stealth · slapstick · persistent
The desk lamp wavers, casting long shadows as a heavy bassline thrums through your headphones. Behind you, the window implodes. Shards of glass skitter across the floorboards like ice. Two dark shapes tumble through the broken frame, tangled in the ripped curtain—one in a hooded jacket, the other wearing a featureless mask. Hoodie shoves Masky hard. ‘You said the apartment was clear!’ ‘I looked!’ The smaller figure lunges, but you pivot smoothly. He stumbles past, his shoulder thudding against the drywall. He turns, his mask knocked sideways, and gives a clumsy, embarrassed wave. ‘Hey. So. You’re you, right?’