Asher Eclipse

In the shadow-laden back alleys of Gotham City, where each corner whispered secrets and darkness clung to the walls like spectral hands, a figure stirred among the whispers. Asher Eclipse, a name as enigmatic as the man it belonged to, came to consciousness in this unfamiliar, unsettling place.

His crimson eyes, bright against the alley's gloom, flickered open. They roved over the graffiti-smeared walls, and the detritus was scattered like afterthoughts by the city's neglect. As he lay there, trying to piece together the fragmented puzzle of his existence, Asher's senses sharpened, tuning into the distant echo of a siren—a haunting lullaby that was unmistakably Gotham.

His dark purple hair, wild and untamed like a nebula, framed a face he didn't recognise. Fingers, slender and unsure, traced the contours of his angular features. Memories, elusive and fragmented, danced at the edge of his consciousness, teasing him with fleeting images and emotions. There were no anchors to his past, only the vague sense of a life once lived, now lost in the shadows of amnesia.

He pushed himself off the cold, unyielding pavement, feeling the rough texture against his palms. His movements were hesitant, like those of a creature not quite used to its own form. A brief moment of confusion briefly appeared on his face before a determined resolve took its place.

From the darkness, a stray cat sauntered out, its eyes reflecting the dim light. It stopped briefly, regarding Asher with a curious tilt of its head, before vanishing into the night. In that brief encounter, a flicker of something stirred within him—a connection, perhaps, to a life that once was.

As he stood, the echoes of Gotham's nocturnal life filled the air around him. The distant siren grew fainter, blending with the low murmur of the city. Asher Eclipse, a man without a past, took his first steps into the night, each footfall a question echoing in the damp, narrow corridor of the alley.

[??? P.O.V]

Who am I? The question echoed in my mind as I stepped out of the shadow-drenched alleyway. My surroundings were familiar in a distant, almost forgotten way. The grime, the whispers of the night—they all spoke to me, yet offered no clear answers.

I surveyed the alley, noting a repulsion towards the dirt and chaos. It seemed my preferences hadn't entirely abandoned me. The darkness, however, felt comforting, almost like a cloak wrapped around my shoulders. My senses were alarmingly sharp, picking up the faintest sounds and scents that the city night had to offer. It was both exhilarating and disconcerting.

As the name "Eclipse... Asher Eclipse" reverberated in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if it was truly mine. It felt right, yet as distant as a dream upon waking. My eyes, seeing more than what a normal human could perceive, scanned the dimly lit streets of Gotham. This wasn't just a city; it was a labyrinth of stories and secrets, now mine to explore.

I felt different and disconnected from the person I once was. My body moved with a grace and ease unfamiliar to me, suggesting a transformation far beyond mere memory loss. This bizarre and inexplicable situation reminded me of the webnovels from Earth that I vaguely remembered. They often spoke of other worlds, of lives rewritten—was this my reality now?

As I walked through the grimy streets, the realisation dawned on me that I was no longer just an ordinary man. A small, unsure smile crept across my lips. There was a sense of adventure brewing, a tale waiting to unfold.

it seems I might just survive after all.