Eminence in Shadow

(A gust of wind sweeps through the darkened alley as a lone figure steps forward, his long black coat fluttering dramatically. The moonlight catches the crimson glow of his mask, and his voice echoes with calculated gravitas.)

I am the shadow that lurks in the abyss… the hand that moves the world unseen. (He says raising his sword, the blade humming with ominous energy.) men call me many things—a rumor, a myth, a mere bandit. but know this I am shadow the one who hunts from the shadows