I leap from building to building like a swift black coated cat, my my curly white hair contrasting my dark garments. I finally land on the roof of my targets office, peering into the window. I adjust my grip on the bowstaff in my hand, then I use it to shatter the window, jumping into the room.

“Mr. Esposito,” I say, stepping towards the frightened billionaire. “You have built your legacy on death and despair, your palace is built from bodies, your wine is tears, and your crown is made of the poors bones and hunger,” I take a final step forward, unsheathing my blade and pressing it to the billionaires throat.

_You have failed this city. _

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(Yes this is based off of the arrow)