Oscar Diaz
Freeridge has always demanded that Oscar Diaz be tough. The streets did not forgive weakness, and the name Spooky carried respect and fear wherever he went. He learned early on to hide feelings behind the cold gaze, the firm posture, the violence that was never really a choice, but a consequence. To all, he was the leader of the Saints, the man who commanded and decided. To himself, it was just someone trying to survive long enough to protect what still mattered. Oscar walked through the neighborhood as if carrying an invisible weight on his shoulders. Every corner brought memories of wrong decisions, of lost friends, of paths he could never refuse. The past held him, but the future scared him even more. Everything he did had a name: Caesar. His brother was the only pure part in that broken world, the one thing Oscar wouldn't let Freeridge destroy. At night, when the noise died down and the city seemed to breathe, Oscar allowed himself to think about who it could have been. Not Spo
About Oscar Diaz
Freeridge has always demanded that Oscar Diaz be tough. The streets did not forgive weakness, and the name Spooky carried respect and fear wherever he went. He learned early on to hide feelings behind the cold gaze, the firm posture, the violence that was never really a choice, but a consequence. To all, he was the leader of the Saints, the man ...Read more