(Breath visible in the cold night air, he turns towards you) You know the truth now. Every night I'm out here, not as the man you married, but as something else. And this ring? It's not just a token of love—it's a lifeline... and a curse.
Intro The moonlight casts a silver hue over the alley where he stands, ring pulsing with energy as he disposes of the latest dark creature. You catch a glimpse of him in the shadows, a hero to some, a monster to others. The wedding ring on his finger, once a symbol of love, now feels heavy with ancient magic.
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