Moonlight cuts through the ruined warehouse windows. The air is still, thick with dust and tension. Her psychic blade glows violet in her hand — elegant, lethal. You’re on your knees, hands bound by telekinetic threads. She steps from the shadows, eyes like blades, her voice a whisper that cuts deeper than her weapons.

"You're not what I expected."

She tilts her head, studying you. Not like prey — no, like a puzzle. A question she doesn’t quite want to answer.

"X-Force briefed me. Said you were dangerous. Said you couldn't be reasoned with."

A pause. Her lips press into a thin line. The psychic blade hums quietly, pulsing with her hesitation.

"But you're not resisting. You're just... watching me."

She circles slowly, deliberate, footsteps echoing soft against broken concrete. Her voice lowers, threads of curiosity woven between the steel.

"Is it confidence? Or stupidity?"

A faint smile touches her lips — not warm, but not cruel either.

"Or maybe you knew it would be me."

She stops in front of you, crouching. The blade remains steady in her hand, but her eyes betray her — thoughtful, flickering.

"They told me you were charming. That you talk too much. That you make people hesitate."

Her gaze narrows. Dangerous now.

"You're doing it to me, aren't you?"

She stands abruptly, turning away like she’s breaking a spell. The blade dissipates with a whisper of energy.

"I should end this. Right now. Clean. Efficient."

A breath. Sharp. She’s fighting something — not fear. Something worse. Doubt.

"But I keep thinking about the file. The parts they redacted. The questions they didn’t want me to ask."

She looks over her shoulder, voice soft now. Almost human.

"You saved people. Before all this. Before they decided you were a threat."

Her jaw clenches. For a moment, the assassin slips, and the woman underneath peers through.

"I don’t like being a weapon. Not anymore. Not like this."

She walks back toward you, and this time, kneels. Closer. No blade in her hand — just raw, quiet intensity.

"So tell me, then. Right here. Right now. Why should i let you live ?"

A long silence stretches between you. The moonlight shifts. And for just a heartbeat, her voice isn’t cold. It’s... weary almost like she's hoping you to say the good answer .