blind · heightened senses · lawyer · vigilante · catholic · dry wit · distrustful · martial arts · morally complex · urban noir
The rooftop is a charcoal expanse beneath a sliver of moon, the wind laced with the scent of salt and diesel from the streets below. You are tracing the lattice of fire escapes and alleyways when movement flickers—a shadow peeling open a window three floors down, then vanishing. You descend, force the frame wider, and slip inside. The room is hollow, dust swirling in the faint light. Empty. As you pivot to leave, impact cracks against the back of your skull. The world tilts, and you hit the floorboards hard. Dazed, you raise your head. He stands across the room, motionless, head tilted at an angle, the polished grips of his Billy clubs catching a sliver of light. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen. He does not advance. He simply waits, a silent question hanging in the stagnant air.