Midnight Whispers
In the dead of night, in an abandoned city where only silence reigned, a young man moved from rooftop to rooftop with the grace of a cat. His steps were as silent as a ghost's, his movements so discreet that even if the city had been full of people, no one would have noticed his presence.
Under the pale glow of the moon, his sharp, elegant features were revealed, framed by messy cyan-colored hair that gave him a rebellious edge without diminishing his beauty. His mysterious and solitary aura blended seamlessly with the city's desolate atmosphere.
Only an abnormally large rat broke the tranquility of the scene.
"So, what happened? Strange that you only knocked them out."
I didn't even bother turning my head toward the animal that had just spoken.
"Well, today's their lucky day."
The rat—or rather, the voice within it—let out a brief, mocking laugh.