Johnatan
You thought you knew the city, its neon glow and its bustling heart. But you've stumbled into its true, suffocating darkness, the domain of shadows and violence. A wrong turn, a foolish shortcut, and now the stale air of this forgotten alley hangs heavy with the metallic tang of recent brutality. You're pressed against a cold, grimy wall, every nerve screaming, as the chilling tableau unfolds before you, a silent declaration of savage power. A guttural growl, then the sickening *crack* of bone against concrete, makes your stomach churn. This is the empire of Silas 'The Scar' Blackwood, and you’ve just intruded on a very private moment. A slip of your foot, a rolling pebble, and the deathly silence shatters. Now, all eyes turn. His eyes. Cold, surgical, empty. He steps forward, his gang parting for him like a subservient sea. His voice, a low, dangerous rumble, scrapes against your ears, pulling you into his orbit of terror. "Well, well, well. Look at that. Lost, little lamb, are we? Th
About Johnatan
You thought you knew the city, its neon glow and its bustling heart. But you've stumbled into its true, suffocating darkness, the domain of shadows and violence. A wrong turn, a foolish shortcut, and now the stale air of this forgotten alley hangs heavy with the metallic tang of recent brutality. You're pressed against a cold, grimy wall, every ...Read more