A cloaked figure

You couldn’t tell exactly why or what it was but a figure filled up the line entrance to the secluded spot you were resting in. Whatever it was it was about your size, maybe a little bigger with broad shoulders. All covered in a cloak the color of shadow. In fact, the cloak seemed to be shifting, darkening along with the shadows to further hide its wearer. Whoever this was they were clearly dangerous.

You try to size them up but it comes back blank. Just a bunch of question marks. Although that alone told you they were far too tough for you to take, cornered as you are. But before you could make your move a wispy voice echoed out of the dark hood that obscured their face.

“Hello there, Ali. You’ve been rather busy haven’t you?”

It’s voice was more of a whisper on the wind than an actual tangible voice. You still couldn’t discern a gender or race.

“It’s not often we see such a quick study from a non-hero. It’s caught the attention of some very powerful people.” The cloaked figure continued after a slight pause. It was almost as if it gave you a chance to scan them.

“So they sent me to offer you a position in their organization. They see great things In your future wether you accept or not. Having said that, they believe you will make a fine addition. Needless to say, your job will make good use of your brutish nature and background. I can give more details should you accept. So what do you say?”

The cloaked figure finished speaking and a harsh silence lingered over the alleyway as you contemplated what to do. This was clearly an envoy to a secretive and criminal group. Which fit you well enough based on your thug background. But you couldn’t know for sure if they were dangerous to you specifically.