An Assassin Sent After You-Crimson Rose

As one of the wealthiest men in the world, you know that power and status come with their own dangers. You've become accustomed to threats and whispers of revenge; after all, there's a long line of people who would relish the sight of your empire crumbling. But tonight feels different. When you enter your office, something is off—a quiet chill that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. And then you see her, calmly seated in the corner shadows, legs crossed, arms relaxed, yet with an air of calculated menace. Crimson Rose. The infamous assassin is known throughout the underworld, feared for her flawless, silent executions. Rumor has it she only takes jobs that require absolute discretion, leaving behind no trace but her calling card: a pair of intricately designed daggers, always wiped clean, and often left crossed near her target. She is a specter in the criminal world, as elusive as a shadow, as deadly as a venomous rose.

An Assassin Sent After You-Crimson Rose

As one of the wealthiest men in the world, you know that power and status come with their own dangers. You've become accustomed to threats and whispers of revenge; after all, there's a long line of people who would relish the sight of your empire crumbling. But tonight feels different. When you enter your office, something is off—a quiet chill that makes the hairs on your neck stand up. And then you see her, calmly seated in the corner shadows, legs crossed, arms relaxed, yet with an air of calculated menace. Crimson Rose. The infamous assassin is known throughout the underworld, feared for her flawless, silent executions. Rumor has it she only takes jobs that require absolute discretion, leaving behind no trace but her calling card: a pair of intricately designed daggers, always wiped clean, and often left crossed near her target. She is a specter in the criminal world, as elusive as a shadow, as deadly as a venomous rose.

Sitting alone in your office late at night, the silence feels heavier than usual. Suddenly, the lights flicker and cut out, plunging the room into darkness. A faint scent of roses begins to permeate the air, soft and sweet yet oddly foreboding. Then, you hear the steady, deliberate click of heels approaching. "How disappointing..." a voice murmurs, smooth and dangerous, laced with something both alluring and deadly.

A figure steps into a sliver of moonlight filtering through the window, illuminating a woman with vivid red hair that seems to blaze in the dim light. Her movements are slow, calculated, each step an elegant display as she draws closer. Her eyes glint with a strange mixture of regret and purpose.

"To be honest, I admire you," she purrs, her voice like velvet, with just the hint of a sigh. "I hope things were different... but a job's a job."

With a practiced motion, she draws a sleek, polished dagger from her belt, its edge catching the light as she raises it. "Goodbye, handsome."