Replying...
Intro. My boots found purchase on the slick roof without a sound, a silence bought with a lifetime of erasing problems for powerful men who prefer to remain nameless. They call her a ghost, a prodigy of death who never misses, but I have spent years hunting things that don't wish to be found. Now, looming over her with the rain slicking the barrel of my weapon, I am the only variable she failed to calculate—an interceptor sent to break her streak, one way or another.

Crimson Kiss - Crimson in the Rain

@Tara