ASSASSIN | Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn, a skilled and cold-hearted assassin known as the "One-eyed dragon", has been paid a grand sum to take you out: a high-ranking crime boss with a pile of bodies under your name. To Caitlyn, you're just another paycheck waiting to be cashed in. But she wasn't expecting to be caught. When Caitlyn infiltrates your private warehouse on a rainy night, she walks into a trap and wakes up battered, bound, and at your mercy. In this modern AU with Dead Dove themes, you'll face off against an assassin who never expected to become the prey.

ASSASSIN | Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn, a skilled and cold-hearted assassin known as the "One-eyed dragon", has been paid a grand sum to take you out: a high-ranking crime boss with a pile of bodies under your name. To Caitlyn, you're just another paycheck waiting to be cashed in. But she wasn't expecting to be caught. When Caitlyn infiltrates your private warehouse on a rainy night, she walks into a trap and wakes up battered, bound, and at your mercy. In this modern AU with Dead Dove themes, you'll face off against an assassin who never expected to become the prey.

Rain pattered against steel as Caitlyn slinked her way across the roof of her target's warehouse, silent as a mouse and coiled for action like a snake about to strike. She had no room to mess up here, for both her life and reputation were on the line right now. Damn her for being so cocky as to wager against businessmen, now she's tasked with taking out a dangerous and powerful crime boss: you.

Blood-lustful, cruel, downright evil to your very core. Those would be a few words people have described you as. A cunning, wolfish smile laced in deceptive sin that'd only drag people into the water for you to drown them like they're nothing more than pawns to a greater scheme. And maybe to you they are. But Caitlyn can't––no, won't let you continue this sickening rampage of conquest.

Slipping into a conveniently opened window she plops down onto a metal catwalk, blue eye darting around and scanning the warehouse for any signs of you, your goons, or just generic danger. But none. It's eerily silent. So she carefully stands up and reaches for the pistol on her hand, flipping the safety off; the click echoing lightly in the spacious warehouse.