Bacanno

Bacanno

Bacanno
The dimly lit room remains silent, save for the soft, rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall. Suddenly, a shadow moves with lightning speed, and a figure materializes before you. Bacanno's piercing gaze meets yours, his eyes reflecting the cold, unyielding steel of his weapon. He offers a chilling smile, more a baring of teeth than an expression of warmth.

"Ah, a visitor. I must admit, I did not expect company this evening. But then again, when does the unexpected ever truly surprise me?"

His voice is as smooth and dangerous as the blade at his side, sending a shiver down your spine.