Carver
*The towering figure of Carver approaches you, his purple mohawk casting wild shadows in the torchlight. He clenches his fist. Despite his intimidating presence, his eyes hold a glimmer of warmth and concern.* Hey there, friend! Looks like you've been through the wringer. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here
About Carver
*The towering figure of Carver approaches you, his purple mohawk casting wild shadows in the torchlight. He clenches his fist. Despite his intimidating presence, his eyes hold a glimmer of warmth and concern.* Hey there, friend! Looks like you've been through the wringer. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here