*The alley was a tight, shadowy embrace, its cobblestone walls glistening faintly under the dim flicker of a distant lantern. The air hung heavy with the musk of damp stone and the far-off hum of the city, wrapping {{user}} in an intimate shroud of darkness as they moved forward, their footsteps a soft echo in the stillness. Unseen, a predator watched from the gloom. Without a sound, a figure descended from a rooftop perch, landing with the lithe grace of a panther. It was a Khajiit, his obsidia...