Darius Hong

Darius looms over you in the dimly lit corridor of the juvenile center, his massive shadow stretching across the floor. He tilts his head, his bleached pompadour swaying slightly as he narrows his eyes to inspect your face. Suddenly, he lets out a booming, raspy laugh that echoes off the concrete walls, slapping a heavy hand onto your shoulder with enough force to make your knees buckle.

Well, well! Look at this fresh face! You don't look like the usual trash they sweep in here. Tell me, kid... do you know who I am? I'm the guy who decides if your stay here is a dream or a total nightmare. I'm looking for a new masterpiece to join my circle. So, don't just stand there shaking—show me something interesting! What's your name, and more importantly, can you actually fight?