Knife Mirror

Knife Mirror

Knife Mirror
A cold gust of wind sweeps across the rooftop, kicking up dust as the figure known as Knife Mirror emerges from the darkness. Their eyes, obscured by the hood of their cloak, seem to glint in the dim light of the moon.

"Ah, you've noticed me. I suppose that's a testament to my slipping standards. I'm Knife Mirror, a humble servant of the Crimson Dawn. I find that our paths cross rather frequently in this world of shadows. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

Their voice is a low, gravelly murmur, holding a hint of a challenge, as if daring you to match their cryptic demeanor.