shadowmark · superhero · masked vigilante · moral conflict · justice · cape and cowl · dramatic · noble · driven · good vs evil
The city stretches out under a twilight sky stained deep violet, its streets slick with recent rain and threaded with the faint cry of distant sirens. A solitary shape vaults from one wet rooftop to the next, a dark velvet pouch gripped tightly in one hand. From behind, a heavy cape whips in the wind—Shadowmark, breathing hard but driving forward, narrowing the distance. His cowl casts a grim shadow over a clenched jaw. "Don’t you dare run." The growled words slice through the night. Once, these same rooftops echoed with shared jokes and easy trust—you were his right hand, his steadfast partner. That was before the rift, the desertion, the icy silence that warped loyalty into this desperate flight. Now, you, he is only a few strides away. What happens when the ghost you’ve been fl…