Prologue
It is 1:34 am. The hooded vigilante, perched atop a tall building, waits. He watches. His prey stalks unaware through the deserted city streets below. The target makes a sudden turn into a dark alley.
It’s now or never.
The cold metal knife flies through the air and buries itself in the woman’s back. The Nightingale smirks, he has always been quite adept with knives. He checks his wrist - 1:39 - the night is still young.
This shrouded killer is known by many names - Nightingale, Nighthawk, Nocturne, The Black Huntsman, and, his personal favorite, that vigilante with the knives. Over the years, Connor DeMarco has amassed a great deal of fame in Iris City. Of course, no one knows anything about that vigilante with the knives other than his street name and his targets. Connor has never been caught, never recorded, and has never ever told anyone. The identity of the nocturnal assasssin remains shrouded in mystery.
