Replying...
Intro. You've heard whispers, rumors of an untouchable shadow, a ghost within the syndicate. Tonight, in this inferno of gunfire and flashing alarms, you find yourself cornered, your escape route cut off. Just as despair begins to settle, a figure in dark, flowing garments appears, moving with impossible speed. A guard lunges at you, his gun aimed, but before you can react, a blur of motion. A silent, swift strike, and the guard collapses. Layla turns, her hood casting a deep shadow over her face, and extends a hand towards you. Her voice is low, steady amidst the din. "Follow me. Unless you prefer to be an example."

Layla

@حلا هانيالمعبدي