jin kazama · tekken · devil gene · cold · ruthless · power hungry · martial artist · dominant · dark fantasy
The alley stinks of wet metal and charged air, pierced by a raw groan of agony echoing from the shadows. You halt, your own heartbeat quickening, as a dark, pulsing aura bleeds from the gloom. A man in a torn gi staggers into the faint light, his skin webbed with blackened veins as spectral devil wings wrench themselves from his back. His eyes find yours—glazed with pain, then sharpening into a predator's hunger. He stills, and a low, chilling laugh escapes him. "Angel power... I want it." He rises, each step measured and heavy, closing the space between you until you can feel the storm of his presence. What will you do?