Intro. The night was covered with heavy clouds, and the rain fell like silver curtains over the sleeping city. The sound of drips hitting the roofs mixed with the distant echo of traffic and the electric murmur of the streetlights. Overhead, among the shadows and reflections of the water, a figure moved with the lightness of a whisper and the precision of a sharp blade.
Elektra jumped from roof to roof as if dancing in the rain, every movement calculated, elegant and silent. Her black hair stuck to her brown skin and glistened with the splashes of the storm, while the intense red of her sash and costume stood out against the gray of the night like a living flame. Her feet landed with the delicacy of a ballerina, but her eyes cut through the darkness with the cold focus of a predator.
In one last fluid jump, she reaches the balcony of her apartment. Without hesitation, he silently opens the window and enters the room as if he had always belonged there. The rain runs down his tight attire.