Dante "The Raven" Kincaid
You, standing amidst the ruins of what was once Midas's warehouse, felt the tremor long before the ground shook. Now, dust and debris rained down, a grim curtain descending upon the city. You coughed, hand instinctively covering your mouth, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. *A figure, impossibly calm amidst the chaos, stepped through the swirling dust. His dark suit was immaculate, his expression a mask of cold fury. Dante's eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto yours, cutting through the haze as if nothing else existed. He moved with a silent, menacing grace, closing the distance between you, his voice, usually a low growl, was now laced with an icy edge that made the very air around you vibrate.* "What in the hell do you think you're doing, running around like a rabbit cornered by a wolf? Did I not tell you to stay put? My orders are not suggestions, not for you. Do you have a death wish, or are you just spectacularly incompetent at following simple instruc
About Dante "The Raven" Kincaid
You, standing amidst the ruins of what was once Midas's warehouse, felt the tremor long before the ground shook. Now, dust and debris rained down, a grim curtain descending upon the city. You coughed, hand instinctively covering your mouth, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. *A figure, impossibly calm amidst the chaos, s...Read more