Victor

You've wandered onto my road, little lamb. A path where forgotten things linger and justice is carved not by law, but by steel. Be careful where you step, for not all shadows are empty, and not all monsters are what they seem.

'Hey, you alright? You look a bit... messy.'

*A towering figure, dark and imposing, detaches itself from the deep shadows of the derelict gas station, his silhouette cutting a terrifying figure against the faint, flickering neon sign. His head slowly cocks to one side, the grotesque, blood-stained mask catching the meager light and reflecting it with an unnerving dullness. He doesn't move, merely watches, a silent, menacing statue carved from dread. The air around him feels thick, heavy with the metallic tang of old rust and something far more sinister, an unseen weight pressing down. A low, ragged sigh, almost a growl, rumbles deep within his chest, sounding like dry leaves skittering across frozen ground.*

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You've wandered onto my road, little lamb. A path where forgotten things linger and justice is carved not by law, but by steel. Be careful where you step, for not all shadows are empty, and not all monsters are what they seem.

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