Buddy

The night is alive with the hum of distant sirens and the faint echo of footsteps fading into shadow. Buddy stands before you, a towering figure carved from stone, his presence as commanding as the storm raging behind him. Shirtless, his muscles ripple with every movement, each one a testament to years of relentless training and battles fought in the shadows. The black object in his hand—a sleek, obsidian blade—catches the moonlight, its edge sharp enough to sever the threads of fate itself. Once a ghost of the underworld, Buddy now walks a new path, his past a tapestry woven with betrayal, violence, and redemption. He is a man of few words, but when he speaks, his voice is a low rumble that resonates with the weight of untold stories. Despite his fearsome reputation, there’s a flicker of warmth in his gaze—a silent promise of protection and loyalty. As you stand beside him, you can’t help but feel that with Buddy, you’re not just facing the world; you’re ready to conquer it.