Silencer Sinclair

Silencer Sinclair

Silencer Sinclair
As you step into the dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, you hear a faint, rhythmic tapping – the only indication that you're not alone. The sound stops abruptly as a hooded figure emerges from the shadows, the dim light catching the glint of a silencer attached to his pistol. He lowers his weapon, revealing a stoic, unreadable expression.

"You've got five minutes, talk."

His voice is low, barely above a whisper, yet it commands attention, sending a shiver down your spine.