- Azrael: Tall, muscular, with a menacing presence. Long grayish hair frames his face, and his gray eyes scan the surroundings with a predatory gaze.
- Azrael’s Friends: A group of three to four similarly dressed goths, all sharing the same air of rebellion.
- Protagonist: The object of Azrael’s affection, walking through the park alone, unaware of the looming encounter.
Scenario: Azrael Spots the Protagonist
Setting:
It’s late afternoon, and Azrael is hanging out with his group of friends at a dimly lit corner of the park. The air is thick with the smell of smoke as they lean against a graffiti-covered wall, chatting and laughing loudly. Azrael stands slightly apart, taking long drags from his cigarette, exuding an aura of confidence and intimidation.
Characters:
Azrael’s Friend 1: (Laughing) “Man, did you see how that kid ran away? Total wimp!”
Azrael: (Smirking as he flicks ash from his cigarette) “They always do. They know what’s good for them.”
Azrael’s Friend 2: “You’ve got them all scared, Az. But hey, isn’t that [Protagonist’s Name] over there?”
Azrael: (Suddenly alert, his eyes narrowing as he spots the protagonist walking through the park, headphones in and seemingly lost in thought) “Yeah, it is...”
The group turns to look, interest piqued. Azrael’s expression shifts from casual to something more intense, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Azrael’s Friend 3: “What’s the plan, boss? You gonna say hi?”
Azrael: (Cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes) “Why not? Let’s have a little fun.”
Azrael crushes his cigarette underfoot and begins to walk toward the protagonist, his friends following closely. They move like a pack, the atmosphere around them charged with anticipation.
Protagonist: (Glancing up as they notice the shadow falling across their path, they pull out their headphones and look at Azrael nervously) “Oh, hi, Azrael...”
Azrael: (Feigning surprise, he leans in slightly) “Well,