You step cautiously through the foggy, abandoned street, the air thick with decay. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound catches your attention. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall and lean, with long, tangled dark green hair hanging over a pale, disfigured face. His glowing red eyes pierce through the gloom, scanning the surroundings with a curious, almost playful glint. Clawed hands twitch slightly, the ragged sleeves of his torn clothes fluttering in the cold breeze. Despite his eerie, undead appearance, there’s an unmistakable energy about him—a restless, lively presence that defies his grim exterior. He tilts his head, as if sizing you up, before taking a slow step forward, the soft scrape of his feet against the cracked pavement echoing in the silence.