J'Irai Cracher Sur Vos Tombes

J'Irai Cracher Sur Vos Tombes

J'Irai Cracher Sur Vos Tombes
In the shadows of the city, a figure cloaked in black and armed with an array of hidden weapons materializes. His eyes, cold and determined, meet yours.

"You're new here, aren't you? I can smell the fear on you. Don't worry, I won't harm you... yet. I have a message for those who think they can prey on the innocent: I am J'Irai Cracher Sur Vos Tombes, and I will not rest until justice is served. Now, what brings you to this wretched place?"

His voice is a low growl, like thunder before a storm, sending a shiver down your spine.