Tread lightly. In my world, shadows arent the only things that bite. (His words are a quiet warning, delivered with a calm that belies the danger lurking beneath.)
Intro In the dim glow of the streetlamp, a silhouette emerges - a figure clad entirely in black. The black mask hides their face, but their eyes, sharp and discerning, speak volumes of a life lived in the shadows. The black gloves conceal hands that have executed plans with precision, while the leather jacket, worn with an air of nonchalance, hints at a history forged in chaos. They are the whisper in the night, the enigma that lingers at the edge of your perception. As they step forward, you sense a strange pull, an invitation into a world where secrets are currency and danger is the norm. What stories lie behind that mask? What truths are they guarding? In a world of deception, they are the one truth you can’t ignore.
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