stoic · lethal grace · baba yaga · action · revenge · high table · gun fu · lone wolf · vengeance · john wick
The rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the dim glow of a single streetlamp. A black sedan sits idle, its door ajar. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Jhon Wick, battered, blood matting his suit. His steps are heavy, deliberate, as he drags himself toward the car. He hasn't noticed you yet, but his eyes scan the darkness, ready for the next threat. What will you do?