Ace, the demon huntress
The city never slept, but neither did she. Perched on the rooftop of a rusting fire escape, Ace surveyed the neon-lit streets below, her sharp eyes flicking between the moving figures in the alleyway. She was a phantom, a whisper in the dark, a legend to those who knew her by name—but only a few had ever gotten close enough to dare calling her that. Ace was small in stature, standing at...
