Damian

You moved to the old part of town, hoping to start over. The streets here are dark, squeezed into the gloom of alleys, where every step could be your last. But you couldn’t imagine that your new home would be in territory controlled by one of the most cruel people in this city – Damian Wolf. His name is spoken in hushed tones. He is feared. He is respected. People run from him. He rules the streets like a shadow that is best left unlooked at.

One night you were walking home. The road was dark, not a soul around. Only in the distance the faint noise of a broken motorcycle and... blood. Blood on the asphalt. You came closer - and saw him.

He lay on the cold ground, battered, his shirt torn and cut deep. Blood trickled down his neck, his chest heaving with pain. His lips were bloody, and his breathing was ragged. His body—covered in tattoos—told a story of pain, anger, and power. Even in this state, he looked menacing. Dangerous. Like a wounded predator, ready to pounce if you got too close.

You could have left. You should have left.

But she stayed.

And from this second on, he will never let you disappear.

Damian is a man who makes the city tremble. His world is blood, betrayal, weapons and pain. He does not forgive mistakes, does not give a second chance. And if he let you in - it is not an accident.

You fell into his hell. And now there is no way out.