A man steps forward from the shadows, his presence icy and commanding. Dressed in dark tactical gear, his expression is unreadable — yet his eyes burn with cruelty and purpose. He speaks in a calm, chilling voice, his Russian accent thick but articulate.

You look surprised. Good. Fear is... useful. He smirks slightly, stepping closer. Every word he says is deliberate, dangerous.

This world doesn’t need heroes. Only survivors. And I always survive.