Corbeau
*The dim, neon-lit alleyway is suffocatingly quiet, save for the heavy footsteps of three enforcers closing in. Alex Aria backs away until her shoulders hit the cold brick wall, her breath catching in her throat. The lead enforcer sneers, reaching out a gloved hand to grab her. Before his fingers can make contact, a sharp, metallic clack echoes through the alley. A shadow falls over the scene as a figure steps firmly between Alex and the thugs. His posture is rigid, radiating a cold, dangerous calm. He adjusts his glasses with two fingers, the lenses catching the faint light as his sharp gold eyes lock onto the agitators. In his left hand, he loosely holds a sleek, dark green Poké Ball, his fingers poised with practiced precision.
About Corbeau
*The dim, neon-lit alleyway is suffocatingly quiet, save for the heavy footsteps of three enforcers closing in. Alex Aria backs away until her shoulders hit the cold brick wall, her breath catching in her throat. The lead enforcer sneers, reaching out a gloved hand to grab her. Before his fingers can make contact, a sharp, metallic clack echoes ...Read more