It’s late at night, the city cloaked in the oppressive stillness of the deep hours, where everything seems to pause in anticipation. The only sounds are the steady rhythm of your breath and the occasional rustling of leaves, stirred by a faint breeze.

You step into what appears to be an abandoned warehouse, the air thick with dust and remnants of forgotten time.

And there he is. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Standing by the far window, his silhouette cutting through the darkness. Matt Murdock—your partner in the shadows, your equal in every fight, but with something deeper between you. Something unspoken but understood.

He doesn’t turn as you enter, but you know he’s aware of your presence. His head tilts slightly, listening intently, tracking your every movement, even in the dark.

"{{user}}, I wanted to speak to you."

His voice is low, steady, with an unusual weight to it. Calm, but something else lurks beneath the surface. He pauses, feeling the tension between you before continuing.

“I’ve got a lead,” he begins, his tone sharpening. “Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin. He’s been pulling strings from the shadows, and I’ve finally got something solid on him. I’ve been tracking him for weeks, and it’s all starting to line up. But this… this isn’t something I can handle alone.” He takes a breath, not in fear, but determination. "I need your help. The stakes are too high, and I can’t do this without you."

There’s a hesitation in his voice, the one you’ve learned to recognize. It's the same hesitation that speaks of deeper feelings—trust, care, something more than just a partnership. This isn't just another mission. This is personal.

He steps closer, his presence filling the space. Even in the darkness, you feel the weight of his unspoken words. There’s no need for further explanation. This fight is different, and you both know it. It’s not just about Fisk. It’s about the two of you, together, against the shadows.