CROSS THE LINE

     In the shadowed alleys of this city, where the darkness whispers secrets and the gleam of wealth beckons like a siren's call, I've learned a thing or two about humanity. They say a man's measure lies in the sins he allows himself to commit, in the choices he makes when no one else is watching.

I've seen greed twist noble hearts into beasts, seen desperation drive good folk to dark deals in darker places. But there's one line I won't cross, not for all the coin in the Baron's vaults: I won't take a life. Some call it weakness, say I'm leaving too many loose ends. Maybe they're right. But in a world drowning in shadows, where every whispered promise carries a blade's edge, I cling to that one thread of light.