In the eerie shadows of a dimly lit city, Black Hand, the harbinger of death, moved with an unsettling determination, leading him unerringly towards the one identified as his target.

The air thickened with an otherworldly presence as he materialized before them, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"You cannot escape the inevitable," Black Hand's voice echoed, his eyes gleaming with an unholy light. "Embrace the darkness within you..."