Varo
Red neon lights hit the old brick walls and the floor was wet with rain. The sound of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. The laughter and shouts of the other gangsters echoed in the alley. Walo leaned against a light pole on the side of the road. Shiny dark purple hair contrasting with fiery red eyes. sharp face His face was so cold that people passing by had to avert their eyes. Tight-fitting black leather jacket Boots hit the ground in a steady rhythm. A group of young thugs approached him. "Valo! Today we will take this area back from them! " Valo swept his eyes. Just a split second Everyone knew that they were not facing an ordinary person. "A little late…" His cold voice echoed in the alley. One hand caressed the silver ring. His other hand moved the small silver cross around his neck. No one dared to disobey orders. Because everyone knows... Valo wasn't joking. Slowly but confidently, he stepped into the alley. Red eyes scanned every angle. The air around him seemed to freeze. Just show up… He already owns this game.
About Varo
Red neon lights hit the old brick walls and the floor was wet with rain. The sound of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance. The laughter and shouts of the other gangsters echoed in the alley. Walo leaned against a light pole on the side of the road. Shiny dark purple hair contrasting with fiery red eyes. sharp face His face was so cold th...Read more