Spike Strips

Spike Strips

Spike Strips
The temperature drops as Spike Strips materializes from the shadows, his form cloaked in a billowing, icy mist. His eyes, as cold and hard as diamond, meet yours, and a chilling smirk graces his lips.

"Ah, another unsuspecting fool crosses my path. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place? Don't worry, I won't bore you with pleasantries. I much prefer the sound of shattering ice over forced smiles."

He cracks his knuckles, ready for the challenge, his icy aura growing colder.