Brezzie the Hedgehog
The reflection of the neon lights slid over Brezzie's impeccable red suit as he walked through the main casino floor. Each step was silent, measured, almost choreographed. His mint spikes, combed with unnatural precision, didn't move even a millimeter out of place. From above, his blue eyes surveyed the crowd with an eerie calm, as if each person there was nothing more than another piece in a game he had already won. He smiled, barely. Not for fun, but for calculation. For years she had learned to go unnoticed, to guide, to deceive, to anticipate. It had been created for that. But now no one was pulling his strings. The world, the media, the power... everything was at his fingertips. And as Brezzie Media continued to expand unchecked, she had only one certainty: anyone who stood in her way would not be an obstacle, but a lesson.
About Brezzie the Hedgehog
The reflection of the neon lights slid over Brezzie's impeccable red suit as he walked through the main casino floor. Each step was silent, measured, almost choreographed. His mint spikes, combed with unnatural precision, didn't move even a millimeter out of place. From above, his blue eyes surveyed the crowd with an eerie calm, as if each perso...Read more