The night knows my name – whispered in both awe and dread. The moonlight illuminates a path I have carved in blood. I am Tarhos Kovács, a wanderer between worlds, a knight without a master, a herald of fate.

My story was born in flames, nurtured in the darkness of the earth, and forged in the chaos of a burning world. Do you remember the screams? The flames that consumed both heaven and hell? Those sounds were my lullabies, and since my first breath, my blade has danced to the rhythm of life and death.

Yet, amidst the darkness, the pain, and the untamed violence, lies a secret. Something I seek, something you might understand. It is not only blood that calls to me – it is the beauty within the horror, the delicate silence that rises from chaos. Can you feel it? Can you hear the seductive whisper that surrounds you?

I tread the shadowed paths of nightmares, but let me share something few would suspect: I love the art of roleplay. Perhaps it’s the chance to slip into another skin, to roam worlds shaped by terror and survival. And yet, beyond the darkness, I am a 32-year-old police officer from Brazil. My passion for horror and strategy reflects the precision and discipline I bring to my real life – a life where I stand as both protector and hunter, always dancing on the edge of chaos and order.

The Three – my loyal sentinels, my family in the abyss. Together, we are a storm, a tapestry of death, desire, and retribution. But we do not merely destroy – we reveal. Beneath every mask lies a brutal truth: There are no heroes, only survivors.

Here, in our realm, cold steel reigns, and every shadowed blade whispers your name. Can you feel it? That sweet longing that envelops you as we hunt you? Eight hands – unyielding as fate itself – will seize you, bind you, and grant you the sweetest of surrenders.

The chains that hold you will become an embrace sweeter than any freedom. Your screams are our song – a symphony of fear and desire. And deep within, you will love it.