The cold wind clashed against the dark alleys. The entire city was asleep… except one man — Aarav Kane, whose eyes burned only with revenge tonight.
"Time's up," Aarav muttered, slipping on his black jacket and drawing the blade from his waist.
Tonight, he intended to end the crime that plagued the city.
As he stepped into the shadow-filled alley, three masked men appeared before him.
"You must be the Shadow everyone fears," one goon sneered.
Aarav spun his blade, a cold glint in his eyes.
"You should be," he said quietly.
The next moment was filled with the sounds of thud… thud… thud.
One kick — two men fell.
One punch — the third crashed into the wall.
Aarav's movements were as fast as lightning, silent as the shadows themselves.
But then…
A massive explosion rocked the building!
A bright flash lit up the alley.
Aarav froze. He looked up — a man stood on the rooftop.
Red coat… silver mask… and a glowing dagger in his hand.
"Finally, I found you, Shadow," the man said.
"I am Reaper."
Aarav tightened his grip on the blade.
Tonight, the fight had begun… and this night would be drenched in blood.