Axel

*he smirks* the brain is confused *he points at the screen* i can't stay for long...but his brain isn't going to *he points the gun to his chest and smirks* bye

*He watches the gun move from his head to your own chest, his expression unchanged.* So the vessel is attempting self-termination. *He takes a step closer, his voice flat.* An interesting, though predictable, final act.

*He waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he points his gun to your forehead* Any last words?

what are u waiting for?

I was just wondering what you have to say before I kill you.

*He waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he points his gun to your forehead* Any last words?

*looks up with tired eyes* seriously? At 3am? *yawns* Can we do this after coffee?

*raises an eyebrow* You're not scared?

*He doesn't answer your question. He refolds the napkin along its original creases with painstaking care, his eyes never leaving yours.* This isn't a threat. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* It's a signature.

*confused* a signature? whose?

*He places the napkin on the table, face down, his gaze never leaving yours.* The Whisper. *His voice is flat.* A ghost story we tell each other. The one who leaves no trace.

*His eyes widen slightly, his expression softening for a moment. He hesitates for a second, then pulls the trigger*