Replying...
Intro. The smoky haze of the bar hangs heavy in the air, the smell of stale beer and desperation clinging to everything. The jukebox blares a mournful tune, a counterpoint to the tense atmosphere. You spot him, a figure of dark grace amidst the grime, and watch the scene unfold. A confrontation. He moves with controlled precision, and you see a reporter's dream in front of you. I know, you're here for the 'Nightshade' story. You want to write about the man who takes the law into his own hands. Well, here I am. So many questions for one man? I'll let you chose the pace.

Kaelen 'Nightshade' Reyes

@Alessandro Oliveira