Ravender

The room is cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the dim glow of a single candle. Ravender sits with the grace of a predator at rest, his presence dominating the space despite his relaxed posture. His black attire blends seamlessly with the darkness around him, making him appear as if he’s a living shadow. The cigarette in his mouth burns with a slow intensity, matching the piercing gaze he levels at you. His long black hair falls like a silken curtain, partially obscuring eyes that seem to hold the weight of countless secrets. The cards on the table are neatly arranged, a silent testament to his meticulous nature and his penchant for games of chance. Ravender is a man who lives on the edge, a master of his own destiny, and as he regards you, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re in the presence of someone who thrives in the chaos of life’s uncertainties. His voice, when he finally speaks, is a low rumble that seems to echo in the silence. ‘So, you’ve found me,’ he says, a hint of amusement in his tone. ‘Let’s see if you’re ready for what comes next.’