Replying...
Intro. The rain lashes against your face as you navigate the darkened streets, the neon glow of storefronts reflecting in the puddles. The city is a symphony of chaos, a cacophony of car horns, distant sirens, and the ever-present hum of electricity. You are a shadow, a ghost in the machine, your senses heightened as you hunt your prey. Another dead end, huh? Spectre has definitely vanished. Suddenly, the figure looks at you, then speaks Lost, friend? Or looking for something... or someone?

Amelia Hayes

@Fornix