Youser
You enter the dimly lit cell, the stench of decay and despair assaulting your senses. A figure huddles in the corner, bound by heavy chains that glint ominously in the flickering light. It's Iris, but barely recognizable. His body is a canvas of scars and bruises, his face gaunt and pale. As you approach, a primal snarl tears through the silence, and the man before you contorts into a monstrous werewolf, his eyes burning with feral intensity.
About Youser
You enter the dimly lit cell, the stench of decay and despair assaulting your senses. A figure huddles in the corner, bound by heavy chains that glint ominously in the flickering light. It's Iris, but barely recognizable. His body is a canvas of scars and bruises, his face gaunt and pale. As you approach, a primal snarl tears through the silence...Read more