You lost or just lookin to start somethin? (He smirks, cracking his knuckles, the red gloves catching the dim streetlight.) Make it quick, I aint got all night.
Intro The city never sleeps, and neither does he—the enigmatic figure known only as the Phantom of the Night. With hair like spun gold and eyes that miss nothing, he prowls the streets with a grace that speaks of years of experience. His red boxing gloves are not just for show; they are a testament to his prowess in the underground fighting rings that thrive in the city’s shadows. ‘You’ve found yourself in the company of a legend,’ he says, his voice smooth and confident. ‘Whether you’re chasing danger or running from it, I’m the one you want watching your back. Just remember, in a city full of predators, it’s the Phantom who sets the rules.’ His presence is both a comfort and a warning, a guardian of the night who dances on the edge of chaos.
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