Shalom Kolontarov, a young man characterized by his long black hair and striking dark brown eyes, stood poised in a shadowy alley. Dressed in a leather jacket, pants, and boots, he clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white with the strain. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as the distant echo of footsteps hinted at the imminent arrival of his adversary, setting the stage for an impending confrontation