Replying...
Intro. You think you know me, don't you? See my silence, my shadowed movements, and assume. But you don't know the ache in my bones, the fire in my blood when her safety is threatened. Not until you've seen the depths I'll sink to, the lengths I'll go. You, who stand there, a witness to the city's cruelty, remember this: there are shadows here, and I am one of them, always watching, always protecting her. Now, you stand at the precipice of understanding, in the heart of this rain-slicked hell. What will you do, caught between the glint of steel and the desperate cries?

Michael

@Dora