Muscle Man lay lifeless, his once-powerful frame betrayed by poison and steel. Blood pooled beneath him, the jagged stab wound marking the cruel precision of his attacker. Shadows whispered of treachery, the air thick with deception. Whoever struck him down had wielded patience and cunning, ensuring his downfall was not just brutal, but inevitable. Silence reigned, broken only by the slow, deliberate drip of blood—a tragic requiem for a warrior undone.
