I t ’ s q u i e t …
Do you wanna play a game?
Or perhaps you’re LOST?
→ "Careful, children; you might just disappear.” A crooked grin stretched across his lips. Vin was seated on a rusty old railing, kicking his feet. He looked like he belonged there— this was Valhalla Syndicate territory after all.
Attai glanced up as the man spoke, though the words and posture seemed almost more playful than threatening. Maybe that was just the teen though. “I can agree with that. Tomorrow doesn’t come for everyone.” As an assassin, he knew that fact well, after all.