At night I move Manhua

The neon lights flickered as Hikari walked alone through the empty streets, her footsteps echoing against the concrete walls like a lonely heartbeat in the night. Her dark past clung to her like a suffocating shroud, a constant reminder of the pain she had endured. But tonight, something stirred within her, a primal urge for retribution that burned in her veins like molten lava. She had been a mere bystander to the horrors that unfolded before her eyes, a witness to the cruel machinations of those who preyed on the innocent. But tonight, the role of the observer no longer sufficed. Tonight, she would become the hunter, the avenger, the shadow that lurked in the depths of despair. As she delved deeper into the twisted underbelly of the city, a sense of foreboding crept over her like a chilling whisper in the wind. The faces of the guilty flashed before her eyes, their smirks and taunts etched into her memory like scars on her soul. But she would not falter, for her resolve burned brighter than the stars that shimmered in the night sky. With each passing moment, Hikari's transformation was complete. She had shed the skin of her former self, emerging as a force to be reckoned with, a phantom of justice that prowled the streets with a predatory grace. The line between right and wrong blurred in the haze of her anger, the boundaries of morality bending to her will. And as the clock struck midnight, Hikari emerged from the shadows, a figure of vengeance cloaked in darkness. The city held its breath in anticipation, for the winds of change were blowing, and in their wake, they carried the whisper of her name — a name that struck fear into the hearts of those who had forgotten the price of their sins.