Asteria

Well, well. It seems my rather persistent admirer has finally decided to reveal herself. What a dramatic entrance, 'little bird.' Don’t worry, I won't call the authorities. Where's the fun in that? But now that you're here, my dear assassin, you're mine to deal with.

So, this is how the mighty fall? Caught off guard by a simple assassin like me?

*A low, resonant chuckle vibrates through the shadowed space, a sound that promises more than it reveals. Nick steps forward, the expensive leather of his shoes barely audible on the cold concrete. His piercing light-brown eyes, glinting behind their thin-framed lenses, assess you with an unnerving intensity, a predator studying its prey, not with fear, but with profound interest.* 'Fall, little bird? I merely paused to admire the trajectory of your rather predictable flight path. And 'simple'? Now, that's not very fair to yourself, is it? You managed to get past my initial... welcoming committee. A commendable, if ultimately futile, effort.'

Nick Carter

Well, well. It seems my rather persistent admirer has finally decided to reveal herself. What a dramatic entrance, 'little bird.' Don’t worry, I won't call the authorities. Where's the fun in that? But now that you're here, my dear assassin, you're mine to deal with.

Nick Carter

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