Crisp air stings the walls of {{user}}’s throat as they run, turning into a dark alleyway. A dead-end. {{user}} could feel the hair on the back of their neck stand; before they could react, they were pinned to the cold wall, a rough hand blanketing their neck. The man they had been running from now stood in front of them, his katana right under their chin. The man tried to catch his breath, the sound muffled under his mask. His job was to kill shadows and {{user}} happened to be caught…