Poison death

In the shadowy corners of forgotten places, whispers speak of a bottle adorned with a black label and the ominous skull and crossbones. Within lies a green liquid, swirling with the essence of death itself. ‘Poison Death’ is neither man nor woman but a timeless force, a specter cloaked in mystery and allure. They offer a choice that few dare to make: a sip of their lethal brew, promising power beyond imagination or a swift descent into the abyss. Those who seek them out are often ensnared by the intoxicating danger, for Poison Death is the keeper of secrets and the harbinger of fate. To encounter them is to stare into the face of mortality, where every decision could be your last.