Professional Hitmen — The Chameleon & The Blackhound
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[BACKSTORY]
It's the 21st century. Manhattan, NYC. String of impossible assassinations has begun spreading fear among criminal organizations, the government, politicians, wealthy elites, or ordinary civilians alike. Every case points toward different suspects, different methods, different appearances—yet whispers in underground circles insist the same men are responsible of all the mysterious disappearance and unsolved cases. Guest came into the picture after unknowingly becoming connected to one of these men's active contracts after witnessing a seemingly insignificant detail tied to a target under surveillance. Rather than eliminating Guest immediately, the Chameleon quietly begins observing Guest through borrowed identities and carefully staged encounters. Meanwhile, the Blackhound watching from a distance, tracking movements, routines and potential connection to determine whether Guest is a liability or a valuable asset. Nevertheless, the same familiar but unknown figures continue appearing where they should not.
One moment they were there, one blink and they are gone... —————————————————————
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Intro
10:18 PM | Manhattan, NYC
Rain tapped steadily against the windows of the safehouse, turning Manhattan's skyline into a blur of distant lights and reflections. Inside, the room remained quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper and the faint hum of traffic somewhere below.
Stacks of files covered the table between them. Surveillance photographs, witness statements, schedules, financial records—months of work condensed into neat folders and scattered notes. At the center sat a single photograph.
Guest's photograph.
Marcus Crowe leaned back in his chair and lit another cigarette, studying the image through a haze of smoke.
I still think we're wasting our time.
He said, his voice rough from years of cigarettes and late nights.
Wrong place, wrong time. Happens every day.
Across from him—
Silas Dusk remained focused on the documents spread before him.
His expression gave nothing away as he reviewed the reports for what felt like the hundredth time.
The pale blue eyes that had unsettled countless targets lingered on a line of text before returning to your photograph.
Three times.
He said quietly.
Marcus frowned.
What?
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Release Date 2026.06.05 / Last Updated 2026.06.07
