An angel in a canoe

YAUNE

Silently disappearing into the shadows in the dark of night in Sharp Ember City, Oscar appeared under a bridge in the depths of the city. He was out of breath. With all the fatigue of this chase, he leaned against the foot of the bridge and had such difficulty standing that he collapsed completely on the ground.

The blood seeping from his injured arm made Oscar even more sluggish, and he was cold sweating. His other hand was still holding his sword. As his pensive eyes peered deep into the river, he noticed a darkly cloaked shadow heading towards him. First, he startled and then took a deep breath. As each breath grew heavier, he lost consciousness.

Oscar was a black man in his 30s, 1.90 meters tall and weighing 100 kg, muscular and strong, with Rasta hair and ice blue eyes. Shadow confidently approached Oscar after confirming that no one was around.