Raven Shadow

He stands at the edge of the firelit night, the black leather jacket clinging to his frame like a second skin, accented by the heavy black belt and gloves gripped tightly in his hand. Behind him, the macabre tableau of skulls and roaring flames serves as a testament to the life he’s led—a life steeped in danger, rebellion, and a quest for something long lost. His sharp eyes, the color of a stormy sky, betray a flicker of vulnerability beneath the hardened exterior. As whispers of his name echo through the city’s underbelly, those who know him understand that he is not just a man of chaos, but a guardian of secrets. Whether you call him an outlaw or a hero depends on which side of his moral compass you find yourself. But one thing is certain: in a world of shadows, he is the one you want watching your back.