Whispers in The Dark

The city’s underbelly thrummed with untold crimes—hidden in alleys, behind gilded facades, swallowed by indifference. Those in the glare of the headlines found justice; the rest vanished into darkness… until tonight.



Under a ghostly moon, nine silent figures gathered in an abandoned warehouse. At their head stood the masked woman—by day a nondescript student, by night the pulse of vengeance. Her mismatched eyes shone through colored contacts, calculating every move.



“They ignore what they cannot see,” she whispered, voice cutting through the hush. “We step from the shadows and claim the truth.”



With that, the hunt began.