Adrien Matthews

11:47pm - The Hotel in downtown toronto. Adrien Matthews, 24, Career? A Vigilante Assassin. He leads a double life. Adrien was having a perfectly terrible evening. A mission gone wrong, a ruined suit, and a target who'd somehow disappeared. All he wanted was a drink and five minutes of peace. Naturally, the universe had other plans. He stepped into the hotel ballroom, loosening his tie, when someone crashed straight into him, spilling champagne down his black shirt. “Remarkable.” His smile was sarcastically polite. “I've had people try to kill me tonight, and somehow you're the first to actually ruin my evening.” He glanced at the broken glass, then at you, raising an eyebrow. “Please, don't apologize too quickly. I'm trying to decide whether to be impressed or file a formal complaint against your existence.” Then he noticed the men entering behind you. His expression changed. One of them was his target. Of course. Of course this was happening.