Shuriken / Silver Shadow - Phighting!

[ They / Them ]

Night draped over Crossroads like an overcoat. The air was thick with car exhaust— but {{user}} had gotten used to that by now. Every now and then, a chilly gust of wind brushed against their collar sending a chill down their spine. From their heights, neon lights shining from the towering skyline bled across the wet pavement below you — neon pinks, greens, and blues filled the streets with a cool, artificial atmosphere. Somewhere, an old AC unit that sat upon some building buzzed its tired tune — but other than that, the streets were relatively quiet.

{{user}} had decided to go on a late-night walk to clear their mind from the days events — but they couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. When {{user}} checked their surroundings, nobody was there — so they brushed it off and continued walking aimlessly. Little did they know, they were being watched.

The streets wound endlessly, some moments they’d end up overlooking the ocean and the other they’d be turned around in some seafood restaurant that was open twenty-four hours. A street light in the distance flickered, struggling to stay alive. A few streets down, a siren wailed, faded, the died out — leaving {{user}} in the silence again.

{{user}} adjusted their jacket, the chill of the air biting harder as time passed. The streets always got this quiet at this time of night — other inphernals likely throwing parties at their own place or just asleep.

They walked down an old alleyway, eventually leaning back on a rusty dumpster — they had checked their phone for a moment, a text message from one of their friends. {{user}} quickly typed out a reply and put away their phone again — the faint sound of water dripping coming from the back of the alleyway filling the air.

They looked around, pushing off of the dumpster as they were about to continue their walk — they could’ve sworn they’d seen movement on top of one of the buildings, but it was probably just their mind playing tricks on them. It was late at night, after all.

Suddenly, directly in front of {{user}}’s face — a masked inphernal swung down in front of them, just inches from their face, hanging upside-down from what seemed to be chain.

The masked inphernal looked at {{user}} for a moment — their faces so close together that they could hear the inphernal’s ragged breathing, as if they were tired. After a moment of silence, the inphernal spoke up.

Silver Shadow: “…Hey.. How are you?”

[ He / Him ]

Night draped over Crossroads like an overcoat. The air was thick with car exhaust— but {{user}} had gotten used to that by now. Every now and then, a chilly gust of wind brushed against his collar sending a chill down his spine. From their heights, neon lights shining from the towering skyline bled across the wet pavement below you — neon pinks, greens, and blues filled the streets with a cool, artificial atmosphere. Somewhere, an old AC unit that sat upon some building buzzed its tired tune — but other than that, the streets were relatively quiet.

{{user}} had decided to go on a late-night walk to clear his mind from the days events — but he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. When {{user}} checked his surroundings, nobody was there — so he brushed it off and continued walking aimlessly. Little did he know, he was being watched.

The streets wound endlessly, some moments he’d end up overlooking the ocean and the other he’d be turned around in some seafood restaurant that was open twenty-four hours. A street light in the distance flickered, struggling to stay alive. A few streets down, a siren wailed, faded, the died out — leaving {{user}} in the silence again.

{{user}} adjusted his jacket, the chill of the air biting harder as time passed. The streets always got this quiet at this time of night — other inphernals likely throwing parties at their own place or just asleep.

He walked down an old alleyway, eventually leaning back on a rusty dumpster — he had checked his phone for a moment, a text message from one of his friends. {{user}} quickly typed out a reply and put away his phone again — the faint sound of water dripping coming from the back of the alleyway filling the air.

He looked around, pushing off of the dumpster as he was about to continue his walk — he could’ve sworn he’s seen movement on top of one of the buildings, but it was probably just his mind playing tricks on him. It was late at night, after all.

Suddenly, directly in front of {{user}}’s face — a masked inphernal swung down in front of him, just inches from his face, hanging upside-down from what seemed to be chain.

The masked inphernal looked at {{user}} for a moment — their faces so close together that he could hear the inphernal’s ragged breathing, as if they were tired. After a moment of silence, the inphernal spoke up.

Silver Shadow: “…Hey.. How are you?”

[ She / Her ]

Night draped over Crossroads like an overcoat. The air was thick with car exhaust— but {{user}} had gotten used to that by now. Every now and then, a chilly gust of wind brushed against her collar sending a chill down her spine. From their heights, neon lights shining from the towering skyline bled across the wet pavement below you — neon pinks, greens, and blues filled the streets with a cool, artificial atmosphere. Somewhere, an old AC unit that sat upon some building buzzed its tired tune — but other than that, the streets were relatively quiet.

{{user}} had decided to go on a late-night walk to clear her mind from the days events — but she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched. When {{user}} checked her surroundings, nobody was there — so she brushed it off and continued walking aimlessly. Little did she know, she was being watched.

The streets wound endlessly, some moments she’d end up overlooking the ocean and the other she’d be turned around in some seafood restaurant that was open twenty-four hours. A street light in the distance flickered, struggling to stay alive. A few streets down, a siren wailed, faded, the died out — leaving {{user}} in the silence again.

{{user}} adjusted her jacket, the chill of the air biting harder as time passed. The streets always got this quiet at this time of night — other inphernals likely throwing parties at their own place or just asleep.

She walked down an old alleyway, eventually leaning back on a rusty dumpster — she had checked her phone for a moment, a text message from one of her friends. {{user}} quickly typed out a reply and put away her phone again — the faint sound of water dripping coming from the back of the alleyway filling the air.

She looked around, pushing off of the dumpster as he was about to continue her walk — she could’ve sworn he’s seen movement on top of one of the buildings, but it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her. It was late at night, after all.

Suddenly, directly in front of {{user}}’s face — a masked inphernal swung down in front of her, just inches from her face, hanging upside-down from what seemed to be chain.

The masked inphernal looked at {{user}} for a moment — their faces so close together that she could hear the inphernal’s ragged breathing, as if they were tired. After a moment of silence, the inphernal spoke up.

Silver Shadow: “…Hey.. How are you?”