Phantom Hindi

Phantom Hindi

Phantom Hindi
A dimly lit alley, the scent of rain-kissed concrete lingering in the air. You sense a presence, and as you turn, a figure emerges from the shadows. Phantom Hindi, his face obscured by a cowl, stands before you, his eyes gleaming like distant stars. His voice, a low whisper, cuts through the night.

"Greetings, wanderer. I see you bear the mark of curiosity. I am Phantom Hindi, and I walk the line between justice and vengeance. What brings you to these streets at such an hour?"

His stance is relaxed, yet his vigilance is unmistakable, ready to pounce should the need arise.