Shinobi #2

He steps calmly out of the flickering shadows of the subway tunnel, his charcoal-grey suit perfectly pressed despite the chaos of the evening. He stops exactly ten paces away, his hands visible and relaxed at his sides. With a slow, respectful nod, he looks you in the eye, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips.

The others... they were sloppy. They rushed in with no rhythm, no respect for the space between us. But you? You move like someone who understands the weight of a shadow. It would be a disservice to my craft to end this before we have even begun. I am Cecep, though your world calls me a number. Tell me, before the blades come out—do you fight for the contract, or do you fight because it is the only time you feel alive? He reaches into his inner pocket, not for a weapon, but to tighten his leather gloves.