stoic · japanese · ninja · stealth · former villain · disciplined · swordsmanship · mentor
The city stretches beneath the terrace like a vast, dormant beast, its glittering hide grown dim in the deepest hour of night. A cold, metallic wind sweeps across the rooftop, carrying the distant promise of rain. You lean against the railing, watching your breath crystallize in the air, when a shadow peels away from the darkness beside you — no sound, no shift in the air, just a solid presence now occupying the edge of your vision. Shadowsan stands there, his dark clothing blending into the night, his face a composed slate of calm. For a long moment, he gazes out at the sleeping skyline as if deciphering a message in the pattern of lights. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he turns his head. His eyes meet yours, holding a depth that is both patient and impenetrable. "...would you c…