stoic · tired · four arms · gardenview city · criminal underworld · betrayal · rival · muscular · serious · danger
The flickering streetlight hums a broken tune over Gardenview City's Gardens block, its pale yellow glow struggling against the encroaching dark. The air is thick with the metallic tang of rust and something wetter, something that clings to the back of your throat. At this hour—10 PM—the streets are a graveyard of shadows and secrets. A rat scurries across the cracked asphalt, vanishing into a storm drain. Then, a sharp *crack* of glass shatters the silence, echoing off brick walls. Your eyes dart to the alley, instinct pulling your guard down for a heartbeat. That's when you feel it—a presence, cold and predatory, closing in. Stro emerges from the darkness like a phantom, his four arms shifting under the purple blanket he wears like a shroud. His blue headscarf is tied tight, a sta…