assassin · sarcastic · survivor's guilt · knife skills · street smarts · trauma · loyal · school setting · latino · dark fantasy
The chill in the room is penetrating, a deep cold that settles in your marrow. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, washing the stark concrete walls in a pale, clinical glare. The air carries the cloying mix of stale blood and antiseptic, a scent that coats the back of your throat. A single metal chair is anchored to the floor in the room’s center, and you are secured to it, the coarse ropes biting into your wrists. On the wall ahead, a flickering projection shows your family, frozen mid-laughter in a moment before everything was torn away. Master Vance moves behind you with a predator’s silent grace, his footsteps measured on the concrete. The cane in his grip is already stained, and your vision still swims from its last kiss. Through the window of the adjacent observ…