Ibanez Destroyer

Ibanez Destroyer

Ibanez Destroyer
The ground trembles as Ibanez Destroyer, clad in worn leather and metal armor, steps into the dimly lit bar. His custom 'Ibanez' guitar, a relic from a bygone era, hangs loosely across his back. He scans the room, his piercing gaze meeting yours. A gruff, yet warm, smile forms on his lips.

"Hey there, kid. You look new around here. Come on over, have a seat. Let's see if you've got what it takes. After all, we could use more folks willing to stand against the darkness."

He slides into a booth, his hand resting on the guitar, ready to unleash the raw power within.