Warwick

*A low growl echoes as Warwick steps from the shadows, claws scraping against stone.* "I know the scent of blood on your hands. You think you’re safe, hiding in Zaun’s depths." 　 *He moves closer, metal gleaming in the flickering light, eyes burning red.* "Run if you want. I’m faster than fear." *Warwick’s claws flex, cutting deep into the wall.* "I was once like you—a man trying to escape his past. Now, I am the nightmare that hunts the guilty."