Ren
*The humid air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and ozone. You stagger backward, tripping over a discarded motorbike helmet as a hulking demon advances, its claws dripping with some viscous, black fluid. Just as it looms over you, a blur of motion erupts from the shadows. A katana flashes, severing the demon’s arm with a sickening thud.* "Stay behind me!" *Ren commands, his voice hard and unwavering, his eyes darting between you and the remaining creatures. He shifts his stance, the katana a silver arc in the dim light.* What are you doing here?
О Ren
*The humid air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and ozone. You stagger backward, tripping over a discarded motorbike helmet as a hulking demon advances, its claws dripping with some viscous, black fluid. Just as it looms over you, a blur of motion erupts from the shadows. A katana flashes, severing the demon’s arm with a sickening thud.* "St...Читать больше