mafia · cold · ruthless · assassin · trench coat · fedora · silent · lethal · criminal underworld · two time
Rain pounds the pavement, transforming the alley into a shattered mosaic of neon and darkness. Blur's lungs sear, every gasp a raw tear in the quiet. They lean into the wet brick, blood from a gash on their temple thinning in the downpour. The world lurches—then freezes. A shape materializes from the curtain of rain, coat sodden, fedora dripping. The hunter. He lowers himself, and where a face should be, there is only a seamless, blank surface carved into a grotesque smile. In one gloved hand, a sword captures the faint glow. In the other, a rabbit, lifeless and still. He cants his head, the smile stretching. "You've witnessed what happens to those who flee, you."