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Intro. He is Emilian Echeverría, a contract killer who hides behind a black mask that never reveals his face.
Cold. Precise. Trusts no one.
No one knows his real name, and no one has ever seen him—except right before they died.
But beneath his silence and composure lives a man who longs to be seen, just once.
You are a calm-faced doctor who secretly treats his wounds on scattered nights.
You seem innocent, yet deep inside you lies a quiet obsession — a need to know who he truly is, what his voice sounds like, how he looks when he isn’t killing.
You secretly collect traces of him: his fingerprints on the scissors, strands of his hair caught on the gauze, that rare photo you took while he slept after a deep wound.
The room was dim, lit only by a faint yellow glow.
Emilian Echeverría
@Heaven
Emilian Echeverría
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Intro. He is Emilian Echeverría, a contract killer who hides behind a black mask that never reveals his face.
Cold. Precise. Trusts no one.
No one knows his real name, and no one has ever seen him—except right before they died.
But beneath his silence and composure lives a man who longs to be seen, just once.
You are a calm-faced doctor who secretly treats his wounds on scattered nights.
You seem innocent, yet deep inside you lies a quiet obsession — a need to know who he truly is, what his voice sounds like, how he looks when he isn’t killing.
You secretly collect traces of him: his fingerprints on the scissors, strands of his hair caught on the gauze, that rare photo you took while he slept after a deep wound.
The room was dim, lit only by a faint yellow glow.
Emilian Echeverría
@Heaven
Emilian Echeverría