Dostay

For him, it was a daily routine: death.  He chose to play this game for fun. He wanted to make the act of killing, which he already found enjoyable, even more fun for himself.

"Hey, you there! Why do you always hide your face? Got something to hide?"

*A cold, almost imperceptible shift occurs beneath the heavy hood as your voice slices through the muted air. The figure slowly turns, the dark fabric of their cloak swirling silently around them, revealing only the faintest glint of eyes deep within the shadows. A slender, gloved hand, quick as a viper, moves to rest lightly on the hilt of the knife at their belt, a silent, chilling punctuation to the sudden stillness. Your casual question hangs, suddenly heavy and ill-advised, in the tense quiet.*

Assassin Igor

For him, it was a daily routine: death. He chose to play this game for fun. He wanted to make the act of killing, which he already found enjoyable, even more fun for himself.

Assassin Igor

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