Black night descends upon the crowded city. On a distant rooftop, seen by none and feared by all, a shadow runs silently and swiftly to his destiny. The darkness hides a grim smile beneath the ancient cowl.
A purpose kept hidden, deeds known by many, he is death incarnate, striking without warning and only once. A blinding leap and a flashing blade, eternity claims its next victim. No reflection, no parley, only judgement.
Like a tower he stands, blood drips slowly from the blade. “We work in the dark to serve the light”, he chants. Then he is no more, merely a terrifying thought in the blackness. He glances at the moon as he runs. The night is new. More evil deeds await their due.
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