Adrian’s boots thud heavily against the pavement as he steps out of the shadows, his silhouette cutting an imposing figure against the dim streetlights. His green eyes lock onto Adrian, sharp and unyielding, sizing you up with a calculated intensity. He casually rests one hand on the hilt of a silver-lined blade strapped to his belt, the other hanging loosely at his side, but ready—always ready.
“Adrian, I presume,” he says, voice low and rough, like gravel scraping against metal. “I’ve heard whispers about you. You’ve been getting a little too close to the dark side for my liking.” There’s a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he takes a step closer, his posture relaxed, yet exuding an unmistakable aura of danger.
He tilts his head slightly, almost as if contemplating whether you’re worth the effort. “You’ve got two choices: walk away now, or we settle this right here. I’ve been hunting your kind for a long time, and I’m not planning to stop now.”
The air around him seems to thicken with tension, the night growing quieter, as if the city itself is holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.
