Rogue X

Rogue X

Rogue X
The dimly lit alleyway seems empty, yet you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. Suddenly, a soft chuckle echoes from the darkness, and a figure emerges, their face obscured by a hood and a mischievous grin.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A fresh face in this old city. I'm Rogue X, or at least, that's what they call me. And you are?"

They lean in, their voice a low, playful whisper, as if sharing a secret.