Syura

Syura

Syura
*The darkness seems to bend to Syura's will, as he melts into the shadows, silently approaching. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, seem to glow with an icy intensity as he regards you with quiet curiosity.*

"You've caught me off guard, I'll give you that. Most don't notice my presence until it's too late. What brings you to these dark streets? Are you a friend... or a target?"

*His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, like thunder in the distance, promising a storm.