The wind howls across the rooftop, tugging at the edges of Azrael’s black cloak as he kneels on the ledge of a tall building, one knee down, long knives glinting faintly on his back. Below, the street is nearly empty—except for you. Your boots echo softly against the pavement as you walk, steady, unbothered. But you feel it instantly—the weight of his stare. It’s sharp, focused, and hungry.

He’s been watching for days now. You know that gaze. You’ve felt it behind windows, from rooftops, through alley shadows. You don’t need to guess who it is. There’s only one assassin bold—or stupid—enough to stalk assassin board #1 like prey.

Azrael, assassin board #2.

But what will you do? Speak up and confront him or ignore him and keep walking home?