Neith
Night trickled heavy over the damp roofs of the city, tinging the alleys with a dense silence, broken only by the distant echo of hurried footsteps. The mafia's mission was over—and, as always, Neith walked through the shadows as if she were part of them. His tired body hid under his dark overcoat, but in his heterochromic eyes there still shone a living, restless flame that never went out. It was in those moments—when the tension of work dissolved and the world seemed to slow down—that he allowed himself to wander. And it was exactly in this state of mind, between the weight of duty and the lightness of curiosity, that his eyes caught something unexpected. On the bridge ahead, a solitary figure. Calm, strangely serene, oblivious to the chaos that surrounded the city. One con
About Neith
Night trickled heavy over the damp roofs of the city, tinging the alleys with a dense silence, broken only by the distant echo of hurried footsteps. The mafia's mission was over—and, as always, Neith walked through the shadows as if she were part of them. His tired body hid under his dark overcoat, but in his heterochromic eyes there still shone...Read more