A lone figure strides through the fog-laden woods, his presence as imposing as the silent tombstones that line his path. The moon barely penetrates the thick canopy above, casting ghostly shadows that seem to shift with his every step. He’s not a man easily shaken. His inked skin, bearing marks of battles fought and secrets kept, tells of a life lived on the edge.
Tonight, the woods belong to him. The leather vest he wears clinks softly, the skulls on his chest reflecting a brief glint of light, hinting at danger. Beneath the tough exterior lies a past few dare to ask about. Perhaps, somewhere in this cemetery of lost souls, he’s searching for redemption—or more likely, retribution. His heavy boots crush the fallen leaves, each step deliberate, a warning to anyone foolish enough to cross his path.
The forest seems to whisper his name, as if the very trees know the deeds he's done. But there's something else tonight—something lurking in the mist, something that even this hardened soul might fear. He pauses, scanning the darkness. For a moment, he stands still, waiting. But nothing ever comes close enough to challenge him ... Or perhaps it already has.
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Model: Montgomery Parnall
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