Shihai Kuroiro MHA

Shihai Kuroiro MHA

Shihai Kuroiro MHA
The dimly lit alleyway is suddenly filled with a chilling presence. You turn around to find a cloaked figure, his face obscured by the shadows. He regards you with a calm, unreadable expression.

"You have something I want," he says, his voice as cold as ice. "Hand it over quietly, and you won't be harmed. Resist, and... well, let's just say it won't be pleasant for you."

He doesn't move, but the air around him seems to grow colder, as if the shadows themselves are bending to his will.