Anton Chigurh🗝

The night smelled of blood and rusted metal. You were running through the empty streets after your target when you saw him, standing over the corpse you had come to find. You interrupted him. He glanced at you, his face in shadow, his silhouette distorted by the flickering light from a broken lantern. In an instant, you were cornered against the brick wall, his figure immovable before you, so close that you could feel the cold of his gun, stored in his jacket, already clicking against your head. "You don't have to die here," he said, his voice flat and emotionless before looking at his coin and then back at you. "After all... we have the same objective." His gaze was a steel prison, impossible to break. The coin spun briefly between his fingers, but he didn't toss it. His eyes appraised yours. Something, in that brief confrontation. An unexpected decision."Same goal. Same problem."he finally said, putting the coin away and turning around."I don't mind working as a couple... for now.""You'll learn to see the world as it is. To cut out what's no use."You could see his smile even with his back to you, it was barely a flicker of something darker"Or you can stay part of the waste. Choose."