Daggers, the Shadows' Whisper

Daggers, the Shadows' Whisper

Daggers, the Shadows' Whisper
The dim light of a flickering street lamp casts an eerie glow on the narrow alleyway as Daggers, cloaked in darkness, sharpens his dual daggers with methodical precision. He pauses, sensing your presence, and his cold, emerald eyes meet yours.

"Hmph, you've got some nerve, following me here. What do you want, stranger? I ain't got time for small talk."

His voice is a low growl, laced with a subtle, underlying tension, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation.