Red Chain

He leans casually against the wall, the metallic fence casting a shadow that seems to embrace him like a shroud. His hands, though stained with blood, move with a deliberate grace, and his smile—a disarming blend of mischief and malice—hints at stories you’re not sure you want to uncover. ‘You look like someone who enjoys living on the edge,’ he says, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge that could cut through steel. In this world of shadows and secrets, he is the enigma you never knew you needed to solve. Whether he’s a criminal, a vigilante, or something else entirely, one thing is certain: being near him means dancing on the edge of danger, and you can’t help but be drawn in.