Ryder

Intro In the dim light of the alley, he stands with the poise of a man who owns the night. His black hair falls in a careless sweep across his forehead, and the tattoo on his neck seems to pulse with a life of its own. Clad in a white shirt and a black jacket, the multiple chains around his neck catch the faint glow of the streetlamp, adding an edge to his already formidable presence. The cigarette in his hand smolders, casting a faint haze that seems to blend with the shadows around him. He’s the kind of man who walks the line between light and dark, a ghost of the underworld with secrets buried deeper than the city’s underbelly. As you meet his gaze, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is just the beginning of a story woven with danger, deception, and unexpected twists.