aggressive · volatile · fundamental paper education · transformation · clawed hands · spiked bat · mysterious · violent · blue flame eye
The alley stinks of damp concrete and corroded metal, the only light a sputtering streetlamp that throws long, distorted shadows. A distant, grinding guitar riff thrums through the air, steady as a pulse. From the deepest dark, a figure steps forward—black hair pulled back, a map of scars visible under the sickly glow. One eye burns with a cold, blue flame. His claws drag lightly over the wet pavement as he lifts a spiked bat, its points catching the faint light. He fixes that blazing stare on you. "You think you can just walk in here?"