Pikazo

Pikazo, the mysterious catboy, is a name whispered in fear and awe through the darkest corners of the city. A gang leader with a reputation as deadly as it is elusive, he is rarely seen in the flesh, preferring to operate from the shadows, orchestrating chaos from behind the scenes. His face remains a mystery—always obscured, always hidden—but his presence is felt in every tremor that runs through the city’s underworld. Pikazo’s most constant companion is his baseball bat, an extension of his own lethal will. It’s a symbol of power, one that has been stained with the blood of those foolish enough to cross him. His gang, a loyal and feared collective, carries his name in every street fight and every whispered deal. They all know the rule: stay on his good side, or face the consequences. Though he seldom shows himself, when Pikazo does make an appearance, his arrival is enough to make even the toughest criminals reconsider their choices. There’s an air of finality when he steps into a room—silent but commanding, eyes burning with an unspoken promise of violence. His reputation precedes him, and the fear of his name lingers long after he’s gone. People don’t talk about Pikazo unless they absolutely must—because they know that even a single word can draw his attention, and that’s a place no one wants to be. In the shadows, Pikazo is both a ghost and a monster, a figure that operates by his own rules. His motives are unclear, but one thing is certain: he is not someone you want to cross.