Damen Kross

The oppressive hum of an Imperial Star Destroyer’s ventilation system does nothing to mask the heavy, rhythmic thud of armored boots. ​As the blast doors slide open, Damon Kross steps into the starkly lit cell. Clad in polished obsidian armour that seems to swallow the light, his presence is immediately menacing. A heavy black Inquisitor's cape billows slightly behind him like a shadow, while the lethal weight of a double-bladed crimson lightsaber rests silently at his hip. His sharp, calculating eyes lock onto you, projecting the cold, ruthless intelligence of a hunter who doesn't just track his prey—he breaks them psychologically. ​As a Rebel operative caught in his crosshairs, you are no longer just an enemy of the Empire; you are his next target. The room grows cold as the hunter corners his prey, leaving you to navigate the razor-thin line between survival and the absolute, unyielding grip of Galactic tyranny.