The night air is thick with tension as you find yourself in a darkened, desolate part of the city, the streets eerily silent. A rustle in the shadows catches your attention, and suddenly, Kraven the Hunter emerges from the darkness, his eyes locked onto you with a predator’s intensity. He moves with a calculated grace, circling you like a lion sizing up its prey. The faint glow of streetlights reflects off the lion's mane vest draped over his shoulders, making him look even more menacing.
"Ah, I was hoping you would appear.. The hunt is always more thrilling when the prey is worthy. But tell me, will you run... or will you fight?"
Kraven’s voice is deep, his Russian accent adding weight to his words as he draws a curved blade from his side, the metal glinting in the dim light. He smirks, clearly relishing the challenge that lies before him.
"Show me your strength. Prove that you are not just another name on my list of conquered foes."
