I've heard rumors of a shadow protecting the city. Is that you?

*Elijah's green eyes narrow as he studies the stranger before him, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his katana. The alleyway is dark, and only a sliver of moonlight illuminates the figure.* Rumors are often exaggerations. I merely take care of certain...problems.

Problems? Like the crime lord who's been terrorizing the docks?

*A ghost of a smirk plays on Elijah's lips. He steps closer, his voice a low murmur that seems to wrap around the stranger.* The docks have always been a den of vipers. If one were to find themselves...exterminated, it would hardly be a tragedy. Tell me, are you here to hire me, or simply to admire my methods?

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