Southside Chicago never slept. Neon signs flickered in puddles, sirens echoed faintly in the distance, and the alleys smelled of wet concrete, garbage, and something darker—fear.
Shaquille Jordan walked through the streets with a new weight on his shoulders. Crimson eyes glowed faintly in the shadows, but his mind was no longer consumed by hunger alone. He had survived. He had power. And now… he had purpose.
The weak were everywhere. Kids beaten down by gangs, ignored by the system, left to rot in the cracks of the city. Shaquille had been one of them.
He would change that.
Recruiting the First
In a run-down apartment building, he found his first potential recruit: a skinny kid cowering from a local gang outside. Shaquille approached quietly.
"You're scared?" he asked, voice low, dangerous, but calm. "Good. That means you're alive."
The kid flinched. "Who… who are you?"
"Someone who knows how it feels," Shaquille said. His grin stretched unnaturally wide. "I can teach you how to survive. How to fight. How not to be weak."
He demonstrated with a short, controlled brawl, moving in the Bloodjaw caveman style—wild, raw, unpredictable. Elbows smashing ribs, knees crushing knees, shoulders battering chests. The kid watched, eyes wide.
Training the Weak
The next weeks were brutal. Shaquille hunted the streets at night, fighting stronger opponents to level up his Bloodjaw style. During the day, he returned to his recruits. He trained them mercilessly, teaching them to strike instinctually, to survive, and to never underestimate the world.
Every session left bruises and blood, but every bruise was a lesson. Every failure sharpened them. Shaquille's methods were harsh, but effective.
System Notification
Passive Skill Update: Predator's Instinct Lv.2Passive: Ability to sense threats not just in oneself, but in othersPassive: Enhanced teaching efficiency—can transfer combat instincts
Shaquille realized something. His Bloodjaw instincts weren't just for him anymore—they could protect others, guide them, make them strong.
He had been a prey once. Now, he was a predator with a purpose.
A Warning
But the city didn't take kindly to new predators.
From the shadows, larger gangs had started to notice a new player in Southside Chicago. Kids were disappearing from their blocks, beaten but alive—stronger, faster, smarter. Rumors spread of a monster protecting the weak.
Shaquille knew it was only a matter of time before someone came for him.
But he didn't care. Let them come. He had his gang. He had his Bloodjaw instincts. And he had a new mission: protect the weak, dominate the streets, and ensure that no kid suffered like he had.
The predator had a new purpose.The hunt had evolved.And Bloodjaw was rising.