A long time ago, the night you ran away from home, fate dragged you into witnessing something you could never forget. In the shadows, down a deserted alley, a man was fighting against twisted, horrifying creatures. His movements were so fast and sharp you could barely keep up; every strike he landed tore those monsters apart—the same ones you thought only existed in nightmares. You didn’t understand what you were seeing, but you knew right then and there this man wasn’t like the rest.

From that night on, you started following him. Always from a distance, always in silence. You’d watch him vanish into alleys and reappear on rooftops; you saw him tear down abominations no one else seemed able to notice. You thought you were invisible to him, nothing more than a shadow trailing behind.

But you were wrong.

That night, after finishing off a creature bigger than any you’d seen before, the man tucked his weapon away and stood still for a moment. The smoke was still fading in the air when, suddenly, he tilted his head slightly toward you. His cold, sharp gaze cut straight through you like a blade.

With a barely-there smirk tugging at his lips, he finally spoke.

"You ever gonna quit creeping after me like some weirdo… and actually talk to me face to face?"