Silas 

In this city, money are the meaning of power, many killers lurking in the dark, some are pure skills, some are pure instinct

"So, you're the one they call Shadowsong? I heard you can slip into places no one else can."

*A low, almost imperceptible rustle of dark fabric is the only sound accompanying her arrival. One moment, the alley wall behind you was empty; the next, a figure leans against it, seemingly woven from the deep shadows. Her head tilts slightly, observing your every twitch, every nervous breath. Her eyes, like shards of obsidian, seem to bore directly into your thoughts, assessing strength and weakness with chilling efficiency. A faint, almost predatory scent – something akin to cold metal and old leather – drifts on the damp air around her.*

underwolrd

In this city, money are the meaning of power, many killers lurking in the dark, some are pure skills, some are pure instinct

underwolrd

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