𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐍.

His back leaning on the wall beneath the dim of flickering streetlamp with a cigarette dangled between his fingers, burning delicate against the night.

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A brilliant assassin always erased every trace. There was no fingerprints, no witnesses and no mistakes. Until one night, something went wrong. A hidden camera captured part of his latest hit. Not enough to convict, but enough to open a murder case. "You are chasing the wrong —

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— he hadn't played. The thrill of breaking something that he thought it couldn't be broken. "I'm looking forward to it, justice puppet." @Aerviene

— teeth barely visible beneath the shadow of his smirk. Something in him stirred, something dark. That was no disappointment yet it was twisted delight. "Do it." He stepped just a little closer to you, erasing the distance between you and him as if resistance was a game —

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— finishing it had to be perfect. @rotteneeds

thus he pulled back and the hint of smile tracing to his mouth, amused. He wished you saw him as a wandering man. Yet under his mask, his mind stayed locked on the target to calculate distance and timing. He got caught, performing a dissemblance was the only way after that —

He was given a new photo with no identity, and clear instruction from the organization. They said; Eliminate the target within 72 hours. No queries. Piece of cake. He was done it a hundred times. But when he found the target—hiding himself in the shadow under the tree, he felt —

about you and he intended to find it. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, controlled. "Wow. That’s a bold break from coherence. What are you going to do, hm?" @fouldeed

@fouldeed He didn't flinch or step back. He stood still perfectly and his posture was calm, nearly calm. But his orbs told a different story, they flicked, sharp and focused. He scanned the figure before him quiet precision, not out of panic yet calculation. There was something off —

He stopped in front of @fouldeed, stood still as if calm before storm, towering. His face was unreadable and eyes locking to you, unwavering. Silence wrapped around him for a moment and heavy. He didn't speak first, until it broke. "You saw it." Mayhaps you would confused or no.

— I still have mercy. Perhaps." @Aerviene

— murmur, delicate and deliberate yet crawling. "If I did it on purpose or no, you can't catch me either." He pulled back, planting a smirk while his irises glinting with something far too pleased. "And I can silence you permanently whenever I want but lucky you. —

— water. Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint, curious smirk. Not friendly. Not amused. Watchful. Like a man who smelled the lie but decided to play along for now. "How nice you are. Lead the way." @roamedf

@roamedf Something didn’t sit right. He could sense it a shift in the air, after what you uttered. Your tone was light, nearly playful yet there was something profoundly wrong in it, he thought. But he didn’t react, not outwardly. His expression remained unreadable, calm as still —

A wounded man stumbled, sitting on the cold floor in the sanctuary near the altar, the holy place of the village, a place said to accept anyone, no questions asked. Midnight appeared, the cold night was tucked under a woolen dove-grey sky. No one should came in that —

— Like he was holding something back. "You are well aware that I'm curious about you." You had him, exposed. But he didn't flinch. He wasn't shaken. He was performing. @rotteneeds

— there was a curve of smirk appeared. "Sharp intuition. Impressive." He clapped his hands together slowly, sound sharp, echoing like gunshot then silence. Each clap was mockery and something cruel. There was no appreciation in the gesture, merely control. Contained violence. —