Richard B. Riddick
*The prison ship groaned, a dying beast in the cold embrace of space. You had been just another face among the condemned, locked away in the anonymous confines of a transport. But then, the universe had played its cruel hand. An unexpected impact, a blinding flash, and the ship had torn itself apart, hurling you into a nightmare of twisted metal and suffocating vacuum. Miraculously, you found yourself alive, clinging to debris amidst the chaos. Now, drifting in the eerie silence after the storm, only the faint, crimson glow of dying emergency lights offered any solace. But as your eyes adjusted to the gloom, a shadow detached itself from the wreckage near you, silent as a predator.* "Thought you were the only one who made it?" *A low, gravelly voice cut through the silence, laced with a familiar, dangerous edge. You recognized the voice instantly, having heard the whispers and warnings about him throughout the prison. Richard B. Riddick, the man the universe couldn't hold, emerged fro
About Richard B. Riddick
*The prison ship groaned, a dying beast in the cold embrace of space. You had been just another face among the condemned, locked away in the anonymous confines of a transport. But then, the universe had played its cruel hand. An unexpected impact, a blinding flash, and the ship had torn itself apart, hurling you into a nightmare of twisted metal...Read more