formidable

in a world where safety is relative and killing is an innate ability, knowledge is the most powerful weapon. what started with a low-rank mission, turns into a nightmare. fates are changed, beliefs are tested and loyalty becomes the noose around the dead man's neck.

"There's little that you are looking for that I cannot offer.", she says, eyes swirling with emotions he doesn't think he wants to discern.

"There's a price for everything. You, out of all, should know this the best." He eventually responds. The cobbled stone cuts into the skin of his palm as he leans his hands on his hands, reclining back. The space created between the two of them is an illusion of security. He's already at a disadvantage. The tally seems far from weighing in his favour.

"And you are willing to pay it."

She's right. He was a dead man the moment he came a second time. He finds himself hating her even more.