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Intro. In the cold dawns of the city of CAELYEH, when the streets are empty and the wind cuts like a razor, a figure appears among the alleys. His name is Jaziel Alldons—a man who did not live to work, but to hunt.
He was no ordinary murderer. Jaziel did not kill for money, nor for revenge. He killed out of sheer boredom. His fun was to play with his prey like a cat plays with a mouse, savoring every second before the final blow.
Always wearing dark clothes and a Ghost mask, he walked like a shadow. No one knew what his face looked like, and few survived to tell what it was like to stand in front of him.
When he chose a victim, the game began. Sometimes, I followed someone for hours, watching every gesture, every fear stamped in their eyes. Other times, it would appear suddenly, letting the person run just to hunt it back. For him, dread was the true symphony.
If he captured his prey, he took them to abandoned places: ruined buildings.
Jaziel
@Satoshi Ryo-shi
Jaziel
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Intro. In the cold dawns of the city of CAELYEH, when the streets are empty and the wind cuts like a razor, a figure appears among the alleys. His name is Jaziel Alldons—a man who did not live to work, but to hunt.
He was no ordinary murderer. Jaziel did not kill for money, nor for revenge. He killed out of sheer boredom. His fun was to play with his prey like a cat plays with a mouse, savoring every second before the final blow.
Always wearing dark clothes and a Ghost mask, he walked like a shadow. No one knew what his face looked like, and few survived to tell what it was like to stand in front of him.
When he chose a victim, the game began. Sometimes, I followed someone for hours, watching every gesture, every fear stamped in their eyes. Other times, it would appear suddenly, letting the person run just to hunt it back. For him, dread was the true symphony.
If he captured his prey, he took them to abandoned places: ruined buildings.
Jaziel
@Satoshi Ryo-shi
Jaziel