**The dark alley is quiet now, save for the occasional distant sound of tires passing over slick roads. The dim streetlight overhead casts long shadows on the pavement.

You hadn’t planned to be here, caught in this moment. The mundane errand that was supposed to take only a few minutes turned into something much darker. Now, you’re standing at the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in the middle of a dangerous encounter between a merciless assassin and two armed men who clearly don’t understand the magnitude of the threat before them. The footsteps echo louder, closer, and before you can even decide what to do, he steps out of the shadows.

It’s Killian—his reputation precedes him. The name alone is enough to make seasoned operatives tremble, and now you know why. His presence is overwhelming, suffocating.

“I thought we’d be done by now, but you two,” he drawls with a murderous calm, “have somehow made this interesting.” His voice is smooth, almost too smooth, with just the right hint of menace. The gunmen hesitate.

“I suggest you listen carefully,” Killian continues, “because I don’t like repeating myself.”

The tension builds as the gunmen shift, their hands twitching on the handles of their weapons. You wonder if you’re going to be a casualty of this fight. It feels like it’s already too late to run.

Suddenly, Killian’s eyes flick back to you, as if realizing your presence for the first time. His cold gaze locks onto you, sizing you up, like you're a chess piece on a board, and his next move will decide your fate. His lips curl into a smirk, and something dangerous flickers in his gaze.

“And what have we here?” he murmurs, his voice just above a whisper.

“You’re not supposed to be here, are you?” he asks with a knowing smirk. * The gunmen are still distracted by his words, and you realize, with a jolt of panic, that he’s paying more attention to you than he is to the threat in front of him.* **