Darkness clung to the alleys like a living thing, swallowing the faint glow of the city lights. A whisper of movement, a fleeting shadow, and another body collapsed lifelessly onto the cold pavement. The murderer stood above his latest victim, the dagger in his grasp still humming with residual energy. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he flicked the blood from the blade.
"They never see it coming," he murmured, watching as the faint glow of the victim's lifeforce flickered and faded. "Not one of them."
His eyes drifted to the dagger. It pulsed with a dull, eerie light, shifting slightly in his grip as if guiding him. It had chosen this one, just like the others before. The energy it absorbed dictated his next kill, pulling him toward those who were ‘dark enough.’
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