Nightblade perched on the ledge of a decrepit tenement building, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below. His target, a mid-level enforcer for the Revenant's syndicate, was making his way through the alley, flanked by two bodyguards.
With a flick of his wrist, Nightblade formed a dagger from the darkness itself, the blade shimmering with an eerie glow before vanishing into his grip. He dropped soundlessly behind the first guard, striking with precision. A swift chokehold sent the man crumpling, unconscious before he even realized he was being attacked.
The second guard barely had time to react before a shadow tendril wrapped around his throat and pulled him into the darkness. Nightblade stepped forward, allowing the terrified enforcer to see him at last.
"P-please," the man stammered, eyes darting in every direction for an escape.
Nightblade tilted his head. "Tell me what the Revenant is planning."
"I-I don't know anything!"
A dark blade rested under the enforcer's chin. "Try again."
Lightning flashed, illuminating Nightblade's masked face for a brief moment. The enforcer swallowed hard and began to talk.