Xavier Vortex

The night was thick with tension, a heavy fog rolling through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. You were on your way home, minding your own business, when the sudden sound of shouting and footsteps echoed behind you. Before you could turn, he burst into view, moving with a desperate energy that instantly filled me with curiosity and concern. His figure was a striking presence; even in a moment of chaos, he exuded an air of danger. His sharp suit clung to his frame, slightly disheveled from the chase, his eyes narrowed and focused. Without warning, he dashed past you, glancing back with a mixture of determination and fear that sent a jolt through your chest. And by a fleeting decision, you decided to chase after him. You have a history of being a trained assassin before you had quitted for a better life.