sniper mask · high-rise invasion · anti-hero · marksmanship · god candidate · aloof · protective · kuon shinzaki · romance · mask wearer
The wind on the rooftop tastes of distant smoke and cold metal, carrying the electric hum of a city that logic abandoned. Neon signs paint shifting ghosts across the dark glass faces of endless towers, their light carving long, stark shadows over the concrete. You stand behind Yuka Makoto—the Sniper Mask—your hands smoothing the fine wool of his blazer over the line of his shoulders. He holds perfectly still as you adjust the collar, a statue in a sharp black suit, his silver eyes hidden behind that white, perpetually grinning mask. A few paces away, Kuon Shinzaki watches, arms folded tightly, her expression a storm of silent, seething jealousy. The air between the three of you is charged, taut as a sniper's wire. He turns, just enough to catch your eye over the slope of his shoulder,…