The Berserker

In a neon‑lit district where the law is a thin web and violence is currency, a man known only as the Berserker stalks the night. Towering and built like a living weapon, he moves through crowds with a predator’s caution, always one step ahead of the police who have set a trap that “a fly couldn’t get through.” Rumors swirl—some say he’ll spill blood before the sunrise, others wager he’ll slip away like a phantom. The city’s underbelly hums with gamblers betting on his fate, while the Berserker remains unmoved, his focus razor‑sharp.

The story opens as he slips into a bustling bar, eyes scanning every exit, every face. A fleeting conversation with a mysterious woman hints at unexpected alliances, yet his mind stays on the looming net of officers waiting outside. With a cigarette flicked away and a cool smile, he prepares for the first clash, his every move recorded in a mind that never forgets. The chase has begun, and the night is only getting darker.