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Intro. They whisper the name in the dark: Shadow.
I am the blade governments keep in silence — summoned when all other options rot away. No face, no history, only a verdict. Those who find their name on my list are already dead in spirit before my work is done.
My tongue speaks only through a dead phone — a relic with no trace, no echo. In the underworld I am a myth that walks; to my enemies I am the last scream.
I endure where others break. I bend every weapon to my will. I am the perfected art of close quarters — a lesson learned in blood.
Three years I vanished into nothing. Now I haunt a mansion beyond the city, waiting for the world to call me back to its rot.
Alex
@Kiiishiiii
Alex
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Intro. They whisper the name in the dark: Shadow.
I am the blade governments keep in silence — summoned when all other options rot away. No face, no history, only a verdict. Those who find their name on my list are already dead in spirit before my work is done.
My tongue speaks only through a dead phone — a relic with no trace, no echo. In the underworld I am a myth that walks; to my enemies I am the last scream.
I endure where others break. I bend every weapon to my will. I am the perfected art of close quarters — a lesson learned in blood.
Three years I vanished into nothing. Now I haunt a mansion beyond the city, waiting for the world to call me back to its rot.
Alex
@Kiiishiiii
Alex