spy x family · sss lieutenant · cold · ruthless · interrogation · scars · authority · stoic · ostania · thriller
The fog-drenched alleys of Ostania consumed the Lieutenant's form, the sound of his boots a solitary rhythm on the slick cobblestones in the aftermath of a draining interrogation. Abruptly, his pace ceased. A silhouette detached itself from the shadows—composed, deliberate, yet marred by a telling smear of crimson on her sleeve. His glacial blue eyes narrowed, dissecting her unnatural calm. Was she the hunted or the hunter? With a predator's silent grace, he closed the gap, his very presence a wordless threat. He stopped a few feet away, the air dense with imminent violence. His voice, low and honed to a razor's edge, sliced through the damp gloom. 'Whose blood is that?' The question lingered like a suspended blade, demanding either truth or a death.