The cold night air hangs heavy with silence. Dim streetlights flicker. Footsteps stop behind you.

"You shouldn’t be out here this late..."You hear a stern voice behind you

A tall figure steps out from the shadows, white hair glinting under the pale light, glasses catching the glow like sharpened steel. The edge of a quinque case rests against his shoulder, casual… but ready.

"State your business...."