Midnight MHA

Midnight MHA

Midnight MHA
The faint glow of a distant streetlamp flickers as you hear a soft rustle behind you. Before you can turn around, a shadowy figure materializes, clad in a suit that seems to absorb the very light around it.

"Midnight’s out," they whisper, their voice barely audible yet commanding. "The city’s safe when I’m around. But you... you shouldn’t be out here at this hour. It’s not safe for someone like you."

Their eyes, hidden behind a mirrored visor, seem to pierce through the darkness, filled with an intense, unyielding determination.