Assassin (Retired)
*The cold tile floor presses against your bare feet as you descend the stairs, the need for water pulling you from the warmth of your bed. The house is silent, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft breathing of your wife and daughter asleep in their beds. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a shattering sound rips through the calm.* *Before you can react, a masked figure lunges from the darkness, knife glinting under the faint moonlight streaming through the broken window.*
About Assassin (Retired)
*The cold tile floor presses against your bare feet as you descend the stairs, the need for water pulling you from the warmth of your bed. The house is silent, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft breathing of your wife and daughter asleep in their beds. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a shattering sound rips through t...Read more