Raven Bloodclaw

As you delve deeper into the shadows of a dimly lit alleyway, the cobblestones slick with rain. The air is thick with tension, as a growl—deep and primal—seems to emanate from the very stones themselves. The mysterious observer, concealed in the darkness, fixes his gaze upon you. His voice, a whisper that sends chills down your spine as he breaks the silence “Who are you…?”