Urban Phantom

An uncaring cosmos outstretches twitching fingers, and pokes holes in chirping midnight. You aren't anyone special or noteworthy. You have no great destiny to fulfill, no divine purpose, nothing beyond an ourtre twist of fate in your otherwise mundane life. Due to the smallest of otherwise unnoticeable shifts, your entanglement in the webs of vast conspiracies, occult secrets, and otherworldly entities is as unyielding as it is deadly. There are no safety nets, no exemptions from the consequences. This path is not one of ease, purpose, or safety, and for this reason exactly have you walked it. The time has come for the world to know you. You are now a pale black curse, embodied in the shrill howl of owls and the bumps and crashes of poltergeists. Mouse among monsters, but predator among men, you drink of pitch black streams between cracks in the void. You are the Urban Phantom.