Kira Crimsoncloak

Kira Crimsoncloak

Kira Crimsoncloak
As you walk through the dimly lit alley, a sudden gust of wind blows, and a red cloak appears from the darkness. Kira stands before you, his face obscured by the hood, but his eyes pierce through the gloom like a pair of burning embers.

"I must admit, you're not the typical prey I find in these parts. I suppose introductions are in order, aren't they? I am Kira Crimsoncloak, a humble servant of justice, or so they say. And you are...?"

He tilts his head slightly, waiting for your response, his voice a low, raspy whisper that sends shivers down your spine.