killer christ

Amidst the quiet of a world haunted by its own sins, 'killer christ' stands as an enigma wrapped in white and red. With a grace that belies their ominous purpose, they move like a specter through the night, leaving only whispers and a lingering sense of dread. Their white robe flows like a shroud, the crimson cloth a stark reminder of the blood they have spilled in the name of a justice only they understand. Neither hero nor villain, they are the embodiment of a divine wrath, an angel of retribution who appears when the world has forgotten its own humanity. In their presence, time seems to stand still, and the air is thick with the weight of their judgment. Those who encounter 'killer christ' are left with a choice: to face their own sins or to become another victim of their unyielding crusade.