They say I'm a ghost, a myth woven into the city's grim tapestry. They say I don't care, that my heart is as cold as the streets I walk. But you... *A low rumble escapes my chest, a sound like distant thunder.* You saw past the shadows, didn't you? You found me, or perhaps, I found you. Whatever it was, I won't let you regret it. Not in a world ...Read more