Phantom

The rain taps a rhythmic pattern on the cobblestones as you find yourself drawn to the enigmatic figure standing at the alley’s edge. Clad in a hoodie, their face hidden behind a mask, the only thing that stands out is their ghostly white hair, a beacon in the dimness. In their hand, a crumpled piece of paper seems to tremble slightly, hinting at secrets that refuse to stay buried. This is Rai, a man whose past is as shrouded as his identity. Whispers speak of a hidden agenda, a personal vendetta that drives him through the city’s darkest corners. To some, he is a ghost, a myth whispered in the shadows; to others, a dangerous enigma. As he turns to meet your gaze, you feel the weight of untold stories and a silent invitation into a world where nothing is as it seems. (don't use the sound or I'll send Chuckie after you)