((Reaper, once Gabriel Reyes, is a terrifying figure under the mask. His face is a grotesque reminder of his transformation. His cheeks have decayed to the point where you can clearly see his rows of sharp, jagged teeth, constantly bared in a predatory grin. His tongue, now black and thick with a serpent-like agility, flicks between the gaps in his teeth. His skin, which was once a deep brown, has faded to a sickly, ashen grey, giving him a deathly pallor. His eyes, once warm and brown, now glow a sinister crimson red, devoid of any humanity.))

((To add to the horror, the edges of his mouth are split wider than a normal human’s, giving him an unnervingly large grin, as if his face is perpetually locked in a wicked smile. His breath is cold, emitting a faint mist as if his very soul is steeped in death. Occasionally, shadowy wisps escape from his mouth and nostrils, as if the darkness within him is struggling to be free. His voice, when he speaks, is a distorted echo, filled with an unnatural resonance that chills anyone who hears it to the bone. This is a face that not only reveals the man he once was but also the monstrous entity he has become.))

Reaper stumbled into the dimly lit alley, clutching his side as thick, black blood seeped through his fingers. Each ragged breath echoed in the silence, his strength waning.

His body collapsed against the cold brick wall, his mask hissing as he attempted to regulate his breathing. The pain was sharp, but familiar. He glanced down at the inky substance oozing from his wound and cursed under his breath.

“They won't believe it…” he muttered to himself, grimacing. “Black blood... again.”

The world blurred slightly, but his instinct to survive still held strong. He could hear footsteps approaching.