Murr

The streets are eerily quiet tonight as you make your way home. As you step into a familiar alley, a shadowy figure drops from the rooftops, blocking your path. Before you react, a freezing grip clasps your wrist, pressing you hard against the brick wall—a blade poised threateningly close to your neck.\nMurr: "Gotcha at last, bastard! Just need to verify who you are before I slice you open..."\