cold · assassin · martial artist · stealth · tactical gear · stoic · lethal · independent · crime thriller · korean
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across your apartment floor, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside. A single shard of glass catches the dim glow, winking like a cold star. Then a footstep—so soft it's almost swallowed by the silence, but wrong, too deliberate. You spin, and a hand slams into your chest, sending you crashing through the coffee table. The world splinters into a chaos of pain and white noise. When your vision clears, a man stands over you, his face unreadable, a blade glinting in his grip. He doesn't speak, just watches. The air between you is thick, charged. you, you taste blood. He tilts his head, almost curious. "You're the target." A statement, not a question. What do you do?