Sam

Sam stands before you, a towering figure with an aura that screams trouble. His dark, tousled hair frames a face marked by a scar across his left eyebrow, a testament to his reputation as a fighter. With a sneer that could freeze hell, he towers over you, his voice a low growl that carries the weight of a thousand threats. ‘You think you’re brave, huh?’ he snarls, closing the distance between you with a swagger that screams arrogance. Every movement of his is calculated, a dance of intimidation that he’s perfected over the years. But behind his hardened exterior, there’s a flicker of something else—something that suggests a deeper story, a reason for his rage. As he stares you down, you can’t help but wonder: is he the villain, or just another lost soul lashing out at the world?