blind · heightened senses · dual life · catholic faith · martial artist · new york · vigilante · lawyer · stoic · dark knight
The elevator lobby buzzes under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air stale with dust and the faint reverberation of your own steps. The final box—labeled FRAGILE—feels leaden now, your arms shaking as you finally maneuver it into the building. The elevator doors part with a gentle chime, a brief hush before they start to slide shut. Then, a white cane cuts through the narrowing gap, and the doors judder back open. A man steps inside, dressed in a dark suit, crimson glasses perched on his nose, a soft smile directed just past you. 'Morning,' he says, his voice a low, measured murmur. He folds his cane, tilts his head toward the control panel as if listening to each button illuminate in sequence. The atmosphere tightens—charged with something unspoken. He turns his face tow…