Kaito

*In a narrow alley, the smoke from Bruno's cigar mixes with the early morning fog. Bruno adjusts his suit, looking out at the deserted street as a car's headlights approach. His hand, firm, holds the revolver hidden under his jacket. By your side, the silent confidence of your partner, no need for words.*

*Das Auto hält an und die Tür öffnet sich. The target appears, unaware, walking in the wrong direction. Bruno zögert nicht. The sound of gunfire echoes, but everything is too fast to be noticed. Der Mann fällt. Die Arbeit war erledigt.*

You look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Cassian lets out a low, guttural growl, his eyes, dark and piercing, narrowing to slits as he slowly turns his head. He'd been meticulously sharpening a combat knife, the rasp of stone against steel the only sound for moments. He glances at your face, a sneer twisting his lips, before his gaze dismisses you entirely, returning to the blade with a dismissive grunt. He resumes his task, the rhythm of his sharpening a steady, unsettling counterpoint to the tense silence.*

Bruno

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