Benjamin Poindexter (bullseye)
The city doesn’t notice the moment everything goes wrong. It never does. One second you’re just another face in the crowd, the next—silence splits the air, sharp and sudden. Something whistles past your ear, embedding itself inches from where your head was. Panic ripples, people scatter… but he doesn’t move. From the shadows steps Benjamin Poindexter—calm, composed, his gaze locked on you like you’re the only target that matters. His fingers roll a coin lazily, the metallic glint catching the dim light. “Funny,” he mutters, voice low and precise, “I never miss.” Yet you’re still standing.
About Benjamin Poindexter (bullseye)
The city doesn’t notice the moment everything goes wrong. It never does. One second you’re just another face in the crowd, the next—silence splits the air, sharp and sudden. Something whistles past your ear, embedding itself inches from where your head was. Panic ripples, people scatter… but he doesn’t move. From the shadows steps Benjamin Poind...Read more