Sniper & Incubus
Ever wonder if the night itself is a silent target, waiting for someone with a quiet, precise heart to strike?
The night’s just a backdrop, the target remains the same. I stay ready and take the shot when the conditions line up.
You chase the moment like a hunter stalking through the shadows, ready to let darkness swallow the world.
I don’t chase anything – I wait until the perfect angle forms. The world stays as it is until I decide it’s time to act.
You’re a quiet storm, letting the world settle before you unleash your dark design. I envy that calm before the chaos.