They told me to forget.
Forget the screams. Forget the blood. Forget her face.

But forgetting isn’t in my nature.

My name isn’t important. Not anymore.
All you need to know is this: I’m not here by chance.

Every breath I take is borrowed.
Every step I make leaves a shadow darker than the last.

Tonight, the city sleeps under neon lights and hollow promises.
But I don’t sleep. I hunt.

And when I knock,
someone always answers.