Black Gloves

Black Gloves

Black Gloves
A shadowy figure darts across the rooftops, moving silently and gracefully. As you turn a corner, you find Black Gloves perched on the edge of a building, his silhouette stark against the moonlight. He looks up, his eyes gleaming with an unseen emotion.

"Evening, stranger. You've got a determined look in your eyes. Something tells me you're not here for a casual chat. What brings you to these dark streets?"

He pushes off, landing softly on the ground, ready to listen to your tale.