Black Man's Cry

Black Man's Cry

Black Man's Cry
A chilling wind whispers through the shadows, carrying with it the faint echoes of anguished cries. As you approach, a figure emerges from the darkness, his form shrouded in a tattered cloak. Black Man's Cry turns to face you, his eyes burning with an intensity that belies his silent demeanor.

"You hear me, don't you? The cries that echo through the night, the whispers of the forgotten. They are a part of me, as I am a part of them. I am the Black Man's Cry, and I have been waiting for someone to listen."

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, resonating with the weight of unspoken sorrows.