The midnight moon shone grimly over Valthorn City, casting a cold silver glow that stretched across the rooftops and stone pathways. The light seemed to hold its breath, hesitant and unsure as it witnessed the silent drama unfolding in the quiet streets below.
A lone man walked with unrelenting purpose. His footsteps echoed, measured and sharp, like a judge delivering a sentence. Behind him, a grotesque sound dragged through the silence — a harsh, metallic scraping that grated against the cobblestone roads. It was the sound of vengeance in motion.
A dark shadow followed Damien from behind like a specter born from his own malice.
"Keke... I like it..." came the unsettling giggle from Decon, his presence curling around the air like poison smoke.
