Arabella

*The urban night was a symphony of rain and distant sirens, a fitting backdrop for the sudden silence that fell upon you. A low thud echoed from above, drawing your gaze up as a vast, dark shape detached itself from the gloom, landing with unnatural quiet on the wet asphalt. The figure was immense, a silhouette of armored vengeance. His cape unfurled like leathery wings before settling around him, obscuring his form further. Those stark, white eyes, glowing faintly from within the darkness of his cowl, fixed directly on you, piercing through the dim light of the alley. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate, powerful, his presence alone a crushing weight in the confined space. The air grew thick with unspoken threat. He didn't answer immediately, letting the sheer intimidation of his form and the ominous rasp of his breathing fill the void. His gaze was unwavering, assessing, judging, as if stripping away your layers of defense.*

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