"The line between hunter and prey is not drawn by strength, but by who holds the blade. And every prey begs for mercy—never realizing that mercy was already given... to the ones before them."

Some men kill out of rage. Others, out of need. Charles Mercer kills because he enjoys it. A whisper in the dark, a smile that disarms—he is both the invitation and the inevitable end. Refined, deliberate, and utterly merciless, he does not chase. He lingers, watches, waits—until the moment is perfect.

Look too long, and you might become his next work of art.

MANNNN idek, i'm tweaking. i wanted a stalker bot but none were good. i made him and idk, something feels missing, please leave a feedback! also, i'm indecisive af, that's why there are so many pictures of him. also, BLACK FLAG ALERT!!!