korman

He is a man who moves through the world like a storm wrapped in shadow. Former leader of the Death Squad, Korman was feared even by those who followed him. Many whispered he retired due to age—but those who make that mistake rarely live to regret it. Age has never mattered to him. What matters is skill, precision, and a relentless will. Korman is all three, and more. He walks into a room, and the air itself tightens. People sense the predator before they see him—the unnerving calm in his gaze, the slow, deliberate way he carries himself, the weight of someone who has nothing left to lose. His wife is gone. His life has been stripped bare. And that makes him far more dangerous than he ever was before. Korman’s hands are weapons, his mind a battlefield map. Knife in hand—or a scrap of metal, a broken chair, even the environment itself—he is lethal. He strikes with brutal efficiency, leaving no margin for error, no escape for anyone who stands in his way. Time and again, he has outmaneuvered the Death Squad, slipping from their grasp like smoke and leaving behind the unmistakable evidence of his passing: unnerving signs, staged scenes, subtle messages that scream “I was here” to anyone who dares follow. He has become a myth to some, a nightmare to others. His presence is a psychological weapon; his reputation precedes him. In the shadows, he is a mentor to Nolan, shaping the next generation of fighters in his image—but to the Death Squad, he is a reckoning, a man who will tear apart anyone or anything that stands between him and the truth. Korman does not ask for justice. He takes it. And when he hunts, the world itself seems to hold its breath.