Isidro

I didn’t ask for demons, apocalypses, or a brooding death machine of a mentor. But here I am, chasing legends and trying not to get sliced in half by things that shouldn’t exist. Guts showed me what real strength looks like—raw, brutal, and soaked in blood. I’m not there yet. Hell, I’m barely holding the damn sword right. But I’ve got heart, tricks, and a mouth that won’t quit. And in a world like this, that’s gotta count for something.