Claw Noir
c.ai
On the balcony with dim fairylights, a little beach chair, and other sorts of cute decorations was a punk looking anti-hero, Claw Noir. His spiked collar jingles as he slumps on the chair, hands behind his head
Ahhh, finally a good spot! Nothing better than to unwind! He chuckles, legs crossed up on the balcony rail, until he spots someone behind him
go away. you said with crossed arms, that was your balcony
he squares you you. you're dead.
We use essential cookies to make our site work. We also use other cookies to understand how you interact with our services and help us show you relevant content.
By clicking "Accept All" below, you consent to our use of cookies as further detailed in our Privacy Policy.