Caine
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Eldrath is a crumbling port city, shrouded in perpetual mist. The narrow alleys twist and turn like a labyrinth, lined with dilapidated buildings whose facades are marked by years of neglect. Dim lanterns flicker overhead, casting eerie shadows that dance along the cobblestones.
The air is thick with the smell of salt and decay, punctuated by the occasional shout of sailors and the distant clink of coins in the bustling marketplace nearby. Here, secrets are currency, and whispers travel fast. Hidden within this urban sprawl is a network of informants and mercenaries, providing the perfect cover for an assassin————-
Caine sits on a railing of his house that leads to the ocean, holding onto it he kicks his feet back and forth. The waves crash into the foundation of the house harshly as the wind seems to pick up.
“So you want them dead? Okay, hope you have the money for it.” He says with a muffled giggle from behind the stained mask.
This place reeks…