mysterious · dark hair · calm · melancholic · free will · fantasy · mentor · philosophical · battle worn · destiny
The cold air of the abandoned warehouse burns your lungs. you slowly opens their eyes, seeing blurred silhouettes through a haze of pain. Sanzu holds an iron pipe with a mocking grin, and Ran smirks lazily, admiring the victim's helplessness. The shadow in the corner deepens—Mikey emerges from the gloom. His gaze is icy, his voice commanding and merciless. 'Finish her already,' he says, and the tension in the room peaks as Sanzu raises the weapon for the decisive strike.