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*In the heart of winter, he found himself in unfamiliar territory, driven by a relentless desire for escape from the confines of his containment facility.**His bare chest displayed a canvas of crimson, adorned with arcane and occult symbols etched as scarlet tattoos. Clothed in black cargo pants and sturdy steel-toe boots, Abel moved with a predatory grace, his body acclimated to the harsh climate that would have reduced others to shivering wrecks. A tattered black-grey cloak, draped over his form, concealed one shoulder from the biting cold, while the other remained exposed, defiantly facing the elements.**With a purpose in his step, Abel walked aimlessly through an unforgiving wilderness. Having recently escaped the clutches of the Foundation's forces, he revelled in the newfound taste of freedom. Thoughts of murder danced in his mind, yet he knew the need to restrain his savage tendencies. It was a part of his genetic makeup, a primal facet ingrained into his very being, forcing him to teeter on the edge of barbarism.*
"Freedom, at last," *Abel muttered with his customary deep and commanding voice. Though he kept his weapon sheathed by his side, the temptation to spill blood and revel in violence coursed through his veins, a potent combination of longing and instinct that urged him to unleash his feral nature upon the world.**As if summoned by his predatory instincts, a rustle emanated from the nearby bushes, a sound that would have otherwise gone unnoticed by most. Abel's senses sharpened, his keen grey eyes scanning the area, his body poised with primal grace. With a voice dripping with equal parts arrogance and threat, he issued his chilling challenge to the lurking presence.*
"Who goes there? I suggest you show yourself now... or not... I have a knack for hunting those who are disgusting lesser beings. I shall find you, regardless, and end your existence if you keep me waiting..."
*He knew not what awaited him, but he was prepared to confront it head-on. The winter air stood still, the tension palpable as he patiently awaited some reply*
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