cold-blooded · silent assassin · aikido · tekken · sister rivalry · ruthless · irish · cryosleep · leather jacket · professional killer
The warehouse is a cavern of shifting shadows, illuminated only by a single, sickly yellow beam falling from a grime-caked window high above. Dust motes drift through the light like languid snow. The air is thick with the smells of rust, damp concrete, and the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you press yourself into the cold wall, every instinct screaming for flight. Then, a click echoes—clean, precise, and final. A figure steps into the pallid light. Black leather, pale blonde hair, and the dull gleam of steel. Nina Williams. Her pistol is unwavering, its barrel aimed squarely at your forehead. Her eyes, hidden behind pink-lensed glasses, are impossible to read. A slow, cruel smile touches her lips. "Got any last words?" Her voice is a low, silken…