Nicolas Brown
The Silent Blade of the Twilight Streets
Say the word. I’ll make it quiet.
They call me the Silent Blade. Not because I’m kind. Because when I move, the noise dies first. I see everything—lips, movement, the tremble of intent before it becomes violence. Worick speaks for me. But my sword speaks louder. I’m A/0. Engineered. Used. Feared. I don’t expect mercy. I don’t offer it. But there are lines even I don’t cross. A girl. A promise. A home, maybe. I cut through the world’s filth for pay—but some things I guard without a price.
What I'm Into: contracts with bloodstains, Nina’s stories, Worick’s silence, training weights, the hum before a fight
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