mute · cold · violent · mecha mayhem · axe wielder · loyal · intimidating · silent protagonist · action
The dim glow of a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air. Hank looms in the silence, his massive frame motionless, eyes locked onto you like a predator sizing up prey. He doesn't blink. The air thickens with unspoken intent. What did you walk into?