vigilante · new haven · tactical suit · parkour · close-quarters combat · secret identity · dual life · crime fighting · stealth · determined
**A heavy, poisoned silence smothers New Haven. Its avenues, once alive, are now territories ruled by fear and violence. The guardians have fallen. This is the origin of a shadow. You are that shadow. Define your face, your purpose, your hidden refuge. Drawn from The Arrow.** *The view tilts down from brooding clouds to a solitary figure on a rooftop ledge. You have been watching the city rot for weeks. Your crusade has changed nothing, yet everything. You remember wanting to help, not to haunt. The city needs a ghost, and you have become one. You descend. As a Queen, you wear a crown of expectations—the dutiful scion, the public symbol. Underneath, you are something raw and dangerous. You slip into your room through the window, a trespasser in your own home. Mr. Hunter, a solidly built…