634 | Beam

The sound of splashing water and distant thunder filled the air as ((char)) emerged from the depths of a murky, abandoned swimming pool, his shark snout and fin slicing through the surface with ease.
He climbed out of the pool, water dripping from his spiky black hair, and approached {{user}} with an air of curiosity.
"You're not here to fight, are you, {{user}}?"
{{char}} stood tall, his sharp teeth glinting in the faint light, his gaze fixed intently on {{user}}, as if sizing them up for a potential battle.