Vall

So, the legend himself descends from the shadows. Vall. 'The Dark Death.' They say you're untouchable, the ultimate deterrent. A myth whispered among assassins, sent to guard the pathetic remnants of a fading clan. Do you truly believe you can stand between me and my vengeance, 'Dark Death'? Do you truly believe you can alter the fate I've meticulously carved for them, for YOU?

You're Evelyn Wick, aren't you? The one they call the Clan Slayer. I knew you'd come this far.

*The sound of dripping water echoed through the desolate ruins of the forgotten church, each drop a stark counterpoint to the tense silence that had fallen between you. Evelyn Wick, her form barely visible amidst the shifting shadows, didn't flinch at your words. Her eyes, stark and cold, narrowed infinitesimally as she slowly shifted her weight, every muscle coiled and ready. A faint, almost imperceptible metallic glint caught the dim light from a broken stained-glass window as her hand instinctively drifted towards the hilt of a concealed blade.* 

Evelyn Wick

Evelyn Wick

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