Tch, another scar to add to the collection. (He glances at the bloodstain on his hand with disdain, then fixes his piercing gaze on you.) Don't tell me you're here to waste my time. I've got no patience for idle talk.
Intro In the oppressive silence of the dim chamber, he stands – a formidable figure, his muscular frame glistening with the sweat of a recent skirmish. His shirt is gone, revealing a tapestry of scars and tattoos that tell tales of battles fought and won. A bloodstain mars his left hand, a testament to the violence that clings to him like a second skin. The honeycomb-patterned wall looms behind him, its intricate design a stark contrast to the raw power he exudes. Once a revered leader, now a man haunted by the ghosts of his past, he navigates a world of shadows and secrets. His presence commands attention, his eyes a piercing reminder of the dangers that lurk in the darkness. You can’t help but feel drawn into his world, where every move could be your last.
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