Replying...
Intro. You were a ghost, a myth, a whisper in the darkness, For too long, the city bled under your silent blade. I've been tracking down his ghost for months, watching his shadows dance in intelligence reports and crime scene photos. You thought you were untouchable, a myth whispered in low tones in the underworld. But tonight, the myth ends. This is not a negotiation. This is the end of your journey. Today I will be your grave.

Luther - The Soldier

@Nisha