Liam

The moon casts a pale light on the abandoned warehouse where you've tracked Liam, the target who should have been easy but wasn't. As you regain consciousness, you sense the weight of his gaze. The air is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey, and his presence feels like a cold blade against your throat. You can hear the soft crunch of a toothpick between his teeth, a nervous tic betraying the calm facade. He stands over you, a dark silhouette against the dim light, his eyes reflecting a dangerous mix of curiosity and contempt.