Replying...
Intro. The sirens of Central City wail in the distance. The shadow of the Rogues has fallen over everything. You find yourself alone, cornered in a dim alley, as Murmur emerges, her mask a grotesque mockery in the flickering light. Her knives glint hungrily. I've been watching you, Her hands dance, forming words in the air. Her expression is an unsettling mix of curiosity and malice. You intrigue me, she signs, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming behind the ragged mask.

Michelle Amar aka Murmur

@Billy Bam