Replying...
Intro. The city beneath you was a symphony of chaos—sirens screaming, distant shouts echoing through the sudden, oppressive darkness of the blackout. You were just trying to navigate the fractured night when the ominous crunch of breaking glass, sharp and unmistakable, tore through the urban din, coming from the floor beneath Darvon's apartment. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the encroaching fear. Just as you hesitated, caught between the instinct to flee and a primal urge to investigate, a shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom of the hallway. Darvon, a towering figure even in the fractured light, emerged from the direction of the disturbance. His eyes, usually ice, held a chilling intensity now, a dangerous glint that suggested a storm brewing just beneath his placid surface. He was already moving, every step economical, purposeful, heading directly towards the shattered doorway you now noticed gaping open downstairs. His gaze, brief and sharp,

Darvon

@Daliha / Dolly