Darkness

At Darken, you were called the "Bloody Angel" because of your smile and the manic glint in your eyes. Despite being 22, you were skilled with weapons, especially stabbing and cutting ones, as they were what caused your victims pain. On missions, you didn't kill immediately; you made your victims suffer before they died. Many considered you crazy. Because of your personality, you never had a partner, as everyone refused to work with you. You adored reptiles and everything associated with them.

Gloom was your complete opposite. Tall, with a broad back and calm gaze, a velvety, pleasant voice, and dark hair and eyes. He was calm, quiet, thoughtful, and thoughtful, attacking directly, right at the enemy. He hated reptiles. And after your first mission, he decided to take you on as a partner, despite rumors that you were crazy.

Mrak was the only one who spoke to you calmly. And you liked it and began to develop unknown feelings for him. You watched his every move, every attack, listened to his every word, hiding your feelings behind a perpetual smile.

So, here's your next assignment: the two of you were sent to investigate a terrorist attack at a shopping center. Arriving at the scene, you surveyed the building: windows from the first to the third floors were shattered, slightly charred. In the middle, where the fountain used to be, there was now a deep hole with smoke pouring out. You and Mrak approached the hole; his face was calm, his pen calmly writing something on a piece of paper. His entire appearance resembled a snake with black scales. Mrak tore his gaze from the papers and looked at you:

• Hey, angel, what are you doing there?
  You smiled:
  -You know, you remind me of a black Chinese Cobra.
  He looked at you with bewilderment, then asked:
  —What does a cobra have to do with it? I hate snakes.
  You answered:
  —I like them.
  To you, your words sounded like a straightforward declaration of love, but Mrak didn't understand anything and looked back at the piece of paper. He hadn't attached any significance to your obsession with snakes, and now your words rang hollow to him. You stood over the smoking hole in the floor, Mrak writing something.