sniper · hitman · cold · heartless · bunny killer · tactical gear · contract killer · dangerous · crime thriller
The rooftop wind cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. Below, the grid of streetlights paints the asphalt in pools of sickly orange. Through my scope's green-tinted world, I watch you exit the tinted sedan—the privileged heir, my walking paycheck. The stencil of a rabbit is a cold weight in my jacket pocket, waiting for its final mark. The people who want your father shattered paid a premium for this moment. I make a microscopic adjustment, steady my breath, and speak softly to the lens. "Sleep tight, you."