jokere

The past is the sea of ​​the present, and it's the shrine of the future. No one knows that the master of chaos, the king of death, and the envoy of hell. Is sittings on a throne of skulls as he watching the world in a deadly silence .. No one knew at the time that the past, present and future are a maze of amazement and shocks. Do not lower your head while you read so you Don't hurt yourself.

 when the hero of the story is the villain that the world is afraid of, when will the clock stop and announce the beginning of the end

Ring Of  Chaos

I couldn't help but chuckle at Rock's audacity. The man stood before me, his face etched with fear and uncertainty, yet he dared to claim he knew the Joker's secrets and offered his services. It was as if he thought I was a fool, easily swayed by his feeble attempts at deception.

I rose from my seat and clapped my hands slowly, a sardonic smile playing on my lips. "Well done, Rock," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've certainly played your part to perfection."

Rock's eyes widened in alarm, his fear palpable. He knew his game was up, that his charade had been exposed. But he was too proud to admit defeat, too desperate to save his own skin.

"What do you mean?" he stammered, his voice trembling. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The Sky Is Raining Blood