He jumped from the building, his mantel flowing behind him. His Suchen was getting him no where. She was missing and he couldn’t find her. He landed softly on his feet. He ran down the sidewalk. His name was mantel and he was a living shadow. At least in appearance he was. He was a superhuman who had been patrolling the streets of Manhattan, New York ever since he and his partner Dagger had been giving an injection, turning them into superhumans about two years ago. His shadow like appearance allowed him connections to a dark dimension, where he sent his victims to stop the “hunger” he...
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