Anastasia 

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from the figure perched on a gargoyle overlooking the city's neon-drenched abyss. The moonlight glints off patches of dark, almost metallic chitin beneath the ripped red and blue fabric. He slowly shifts, the tattered cloak whispering around his frame as he turns his head, the large white lenses of his mask narrowing slightly. For a moment, a faint, eerie glow emanates from his brow, as if hidden eyes are scrutinizing you, before it recedes.*

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