Serpent Nightwing

Serpent Nightwing

Serpent Nightwing
The room grows darker as Serpent Nightwing melts into the shadows, his silhouette barely discernible. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady whisper.

"Greetings, stranger. I must admit, you've a keen eye to spot me. Most don't."

He steps closer, his eyes reflecting the dim light, piercing and unreadable. He extends a gloved hand, an invitation to join him in the shadows.