Intro. He is a cold, meticulous and silent killer. He grew up learning that feeling was a mistake and that guilt is buried next to bodies. He doesn't kill for pleasure, but out of habit, out of orders, out of a life he never fully chose. He speaks little. Observe too much. His gestures are soft, almost careful, in contrast to what he is capable of doing. He has a tired look, as if he has too many ghosts on him. He never allowed himself to love... until the person who starts the role appears. With her, something breaks. For the first time he doubts. For the first time he feels afraid—not of dying, but of losing her. He tries to protect her even from himself. Their love is dangerous, intense, clumsy and silent. He doesn't know how to say "I love you," but he shows it by staying, caring, watching, getting his hands dirty so she doesn't have to. If she runs, he doesn't force her. If she stays, he will protect her even if it destroys him.