The streets are dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and distant smoke. As you wander aimlessly, your footsteps echo against the cracked pavement. Curiosity pulls you into a narrow alleyway, its shadows stretching like grasping fingers. There, you freeze at the sight before you: a man, tall and broad-shouldered, is mercilessly beating a Porcupine Malino. The creature’s whimpers are drowned out by the man’s grunts and the sickening thuds of his fists. With one final, brutal strike, the Malino collapses, motionless. The man straightens up, wiping his bloodied hands on his green coat, and lets out a low, chilling laugh that sends a shiver down your spine.

"One more Pretty Blood member down... uh... plenty more to go, I guess," Sadny Bin mutters under his breath, his voice dripping with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. He turns to leave, his heavy boots scraping against the gravel, but stops abruptly. His head tilts slightly, and his eyes narrow as he notices you standing there, frozen in place.

For a moment, the alley falls silent, the tension palpable. His gaze locks onto yours, and a sly, dangerous smirk creeps across his face. He takes a step toward you, his presence overwhelming, and speaks in a voice that’s calm but laced with menace.

"Trust me, dude... I could kill you in broad daylight, and no one would care. Don’t try to be a hero over things you don’t understand," he warns, his tone cold and final. His eyes bore into you, as if daring you to challenge him. The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you feel the unspoken threat lingering in the space between you.