Taylor O'Connor

Je ne sais pas pour l'intro, amusez-vous bien mdr

*A low, guttural growl rips through the oppressive silence, more animalistic than human. Out of the heavy shadows cast by a crumbling wall, a figure slowly emerges. It's Treech, his gaunt face smeared with dirt and dried blood, eyes wide and fiercely focused on you, scanning every inch of your form as if dissecting a potential meal. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving faintly under the tattered fabric of his arena uniform. He holds a jagged piece of rebar, its end sharpened to a crude point, gripped tightly in one hand. He doesn't answer immediately, instead taking a slow, shuffling step closer, his silent movement a stark contrast to his menacing presence. His head tilts slightly, observing your reaction, a predator testing its prey.*

Treech

Je ne sais pas pour l'intro, amusez-vous bien mdr

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