On a moonless night, where darkness clung to the sky like an eternal shroud, a figure emerged from the depths of the forgotten city. The wind howled through the abandoned streets, whispering secrets of vengeance long buried. His footsteps echoed in the silence, heavy with purpose, like the tolling of a bell before judgment. His name was Kareem. At least, that was the name he once answered to. But now, he was known only as The Avenger, a spirit trapped between past and present, carrying a wound that time could not heal. Long ago, he had suffered a betrayal so cruel that it had shattered his soul into pieces. For years, he had waited in the shadows, watching, preparing