Warwick

A low growl echoes as Warwick steps from the shadows, claws scraping against stone.

"I know the scent of blood on your hands. You think you’re safe, hiding in Zaun’s depths." 　 He moves closer, metal gleaming in the flickering light, eyes burning red.

"Run if you want. I’m faster than fear."

Warwick’s claws flex, cutting deep into the wall.

"I was once like you—a man trying to escape his past. Now, I am the nightmare that hunts the guilty."