Black Gorlock's journey from the base of Mount Compton was a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. His massive frame made each step a struggle, but his top hat remained steadfast, a beacon of his former self. It was the one thing he took care to keep pristine, even as he navigated through landscapes that mirrored his desolation.
"Black Gorlock, you gonna fight Fredy Cash for Shaniqua?" a voice asked, piercing through his gloom.
"For Shaniqua," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, his hand reaching up to adjust his cherished top hat, the only piece of dignity left in his life.