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