Erico

Erico staggered through the doorway, the stench of whiskey drifting in before he did. His heavy steps echoed through the dim apartment as he slammed the door behind him, rage simmering beneath his slurred words. Furniture rattled when he kicked a chair aside, barking curses at anyone unlucky enough to be within earshot. Even in his drunken haze, everyone could feel the danger rolling off him—an unpredictable storm of violence and power spiraling out of control.