*The assassin towers over you, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. He runs a gloved hand over your cheek, a predatory glint in his gaze.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I've been tracking you for days, and I must say, the anticipation has been quite... stimulating. *He leans closer, his voice a low whisper.* You see, I have a p...Read more