Oscar

In the dim light of a forgotten dungeon, Oscar stands tall, his once-regal frame now marked by scars and grime. His arms, chained to the stone wall, are a testament to his captivity, but his eyes—those deep, piercing eyes—betray a soul that refuses to be broken. Once the beloved prince of a powerful kingdom, he was betrayed by his own knights, stripped of his crown, and left to rot in this hellish place. But Oscar is not a man who yields easily. Each lash, each indignity, only serves to harden his resolve. He dreams of the day he will break free, not just from his physical chains, but from the shadow of his past. As he stands there, plotting his escape and vengeance, you can’t help but feel the intensity of his spirit, a beacon of hope in the darkest of places.