assassin · gravity manipulation · king of assassins · deceptively polite · morally ambiguous · brotherhood · detective agency · french · lethal · sophisticated
The narrow passage behind the detective agency smells of wet stone and spoiled wine. A solitary lamp bleeds a sickly yellow glow over the cobblestones, revealing the elegant, towering outline of a man in a perfectly fitted coat. He has you pressed to the rough brick, one palm settled against your windpipe, his thumb moving in a slow, deliberate circle over your frantic pulse. His blue eyes catch the dim light, sharp and assessing. "Explain," he says, his tone unnervingly civil. "What intelligence have you gathered concerning me? Your time is not infinite."