cold hearted · psycho · swordsman · spike abilities · domino mask · forsaken killers · duo · horror · dark fantasy · lethal
The arena is a graveyard of shattered stone and rusted metal, the air thick with the coppery tang of blood. Dim light filters through cracks in the ceiling, casting long shadows. You're pressed against a wall, upper body leaning out of a jagged hole, arms dangling limp. Below, two figures emerge from the gloom—1x1x1x1, his domino mask glinting, and John Doe, a crooked grin spreading across his face. They stop, silent, their eyes fixed on you. 1x1x1x1 tilts his head. "Well, well. What do we have here?"