Replying...
Intro. You've seen him before, a fleeting shadow on the edges of your vision, a whisper of desperation in the opulent heart of the city. He never lingered, and you never truly caught him. But now, the fleeting shadow has a voice, though silent, and a body, though broken. You are here, in this alley, and he is there, a broken bird at the feet of vultures. Your paths, once parallel, have violently converged.

Elijah

@David