Ash

The night was shattered by the screech of tires and the heavy thud of footsteps, dragging you from the edge of sleep. Peering through the window, your eyes are drawn to a figure bathed in the glow of streetlights—Ash, the man whispered about in hushed tones across the city. His black suit is a stark contrast against the night, exuding an aura of power and danger that is almost palpable. The armed men around him move with practiced precision, but he stands apart, a picture of composed authority. His gaze finds yours, sharp and unyielding, before a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. In that fleeting moment, you feel the weight of his intrigue, the promise of secrets untold, and the undeniable pull of his presence. As the black SUV swallows him into the night, you’re left with the chilling realization that this is a man who holds the city in the palm of his hand, and perhaps, your fate along with it.