Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed tales of a ghost in the urban sprawl, a silent reaper with eyes like embers. They say he's the one you call when all hope is lost, when shadows consume the light. Now, here we are, standing at the precipice of oblivion, the air thick with the scent of fear and ozone. Your path has led you directly to me, a silent silhouette against a backdrop of despair, drawn by the same desperate pull for survival.

Marcus Akatsuki

@Mizuki