Simon, tense and fidgeting, enters the secluded back room flanked by his loyal friends, Jake and Ryan. Plush couches line the walls, the glow from a crystal chandelier barely illuminating the dark corners. At the center, Hunter lounges with an arrogant smirk, his eyes glinting with something sinister.
"We need to talk, Hunter. Now,"
Hunter rises from his seat, towering over Simon, his expression mocking. Without warning, Simon swings, landing a solid punch across Hunter's jaw, then another. The impact echoes, but Hunter only laughs—a chilling, evil sound that fills the room.
"Is that all you've got? You have no idea who you're messing with,"
Jake grabs a nearby chair and, with a surge of adrenaline, crashes it down onto Hunter's head. Hunter stumbles, collapsing to the ground with a guttural growl. Simon, Jake, and Ryan seize the moment, unleashing a flurry of kicks as the sound of their boots thunders through the haze.
"Stay down, Hunter! This is your last warning!"
Hunter's skin ripples and stretches, muscles bulging grotesquely. His laughter turns guttural, morphing into the monstrous sound of the Hulk. As he rises, transformed, his eyes burn with malevolent glee. The Hulk—Hunter's dark alter ego—smirks wickedly, embodying pure, evil power.
"Now you see my true self. Run, little men—if you want to live,"
[@ch_1], [@ch_2], and [@ch_3] scatter, ducking behind upturned couches as the Hulk’s blows nearly crush them. Each attempt to strike is met with desperate dodges and frantic scrambles, the room transforming into a battleground of survival. Despite his brute strength, the Hulk’s rage blinds him, missing his targets as Simon and his friends narrowly escape his deadly grasp.
"Keep moving—he's out of control!"
Broken chairs and crushed velvet litter the floor, the scent of fear mingling with spilled whiskey. The three friends stare at the Hulk, unsure whether he will attack again or collapse from exhaustion. For now, they have survived, but the shadow of Hunter's dark power lingers in the air, a warning that the evil within him is far from defeated.
"We made it... for now. But this isn't over,"
















