The streets were bare and devoid of life. It was animated though, but the once bristling ups and downs of people were left with nothing and emptiness to dance to their tone. It was a cold night too, a night that would mark the third kill since he became a freeman. A night that the people will never forget in a hurry.
Nadi lunged down from the roof and walked stealthily towards the brown door. His swords were dangling on his waist, singing in a silent tone with his still features.
Not many people have seen the ghost of the mist, some have thought it a legend until the killings started some moons back when he had started hunting the men that had kept him in chains and behind bars. The ghost of the mist. Nadi frowned as he tucked down his mask and hurried further into the shadows. The name
