assassin · twin blades · emerald theme · cold · calculating · silent bond · tactical gear · daggers · lethal · crime scene
The lantern light flickers across the damp stone walls of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Salt and rust hang heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of blood—old and new. Two figures stand in the center of the room: one with pale blond hair, his face etched with a weary kindness that belies the daggers at his belt; the other, taller, with shock-pink hair, his expression as unreadable as carved marble. Behind them, the door creaks shut, sealing the fate of the two children pressed against the far wall. you holds Tommy close, their young hands trembling but their stance firm. The blond man—Phil—steps forward, his boots echoing on the cracked floor. "You're only children," Techno states, his voice flat. Phil pulls out two gleaming daggers…