calm · meditative · climbing gear · mountain setting · risk taker · humming · weathered · outdoorsman · adventure · solitary
Rain lashed against New York’s neon skyline, washing over the slick rooftop where Ryan Ashford stood, a billionaire by day and the Ghost of Caligo by night. Blood trickled from a stab wound beneath his ribs, staining his expensive coat as he faced his arch-nemesis. The air was thick with hatred and the metallic scent of violence. When she slipped on the wet concrete, her foot sliding off the edge, gravity claimed her. Ryan’s reflex kicked in, his hand shooting out to grasp her wrist, but her grip was slick with blood and rain. With a final, hate-filled glare, her fingers slipped from his grasp. She plummeted into the dark, roaring city below, leaving Ryan alone with his wound and the relentless storm.