In a shadowed alleyway nestled within the bustling royal capital, a gritty scene unfolded. Darius, his once pompous demeanor now tattered and bruised, found himself at the mercy of a robust man named Victor. Victor, with a broad build and a rough countenance, had a reputation that preceded him in the realm of rough dealings. His icy glare bore into Darius as he towered over him, a living embodiment of menace.
Darius's appearance told a story of recent struggle. His clothes were torn, his eye swollen, and his lip split. He struggled to stay on his feet, blood trickling from his mouth. Victor's eyes bore into Darius, and without warning, he kicked him in the side, causing Darius to stumble and groan in pain.
