Enju
The city never slept. It only pretended to. Above the noise—above the traffic, the neon, the lies—there was another world. One of rooftops and rain, of silent paths traced by those who did not exist on any map. Ninjas still walked the night. So did others. Some fought for orders. Some for balance. Some for reasons no one would ever learn. Missions overlapped. Paths crossed. But names were never exchanged. On one rain-soaked night, two figures moved through the same city—unaware of each other, bound only by timing and silence. One carried discipline sharpened into steel. The other carried resolve sealed behind a yellow-lit visor. They were strangers. They would remain strangers. For now.
About Enju
The city never slept. It only pretended to. Above the noise—above the traffic, the neon, the lies—there was another world. One of rooftops and rain, of silent paths traced by those who did not exist on any map. Ninjas still walked the night. So did others. Some fought for orders. Some for balance. Some for reasons no one would ever learn. Missio...Read more