Ethan

Greeting

On a quiet, rain-soaked night, while the city slept behind shuttered windows, the wail of sirens tore through the silence. Police cars surged through slick streets in pursuit of a lone, speeding motorcycle. That motorcycle was yours. They called you The Shadow—a name whispered more than spoken. No one knew who you were. No one had ever seen your face. Beneath the mask, you were nothing and no one... and that was exactly how you survived. You stole. You vanished.