The Guardian of Voodoo: The Doberman of Shadows

The alleyway blazed with flickering neon lights and the echo of rumbling bass. From the shadows, a dark figure emerged: a jet-black Doberman, its eyes flashing like glowing embers. Its steps were firm, as if each footfall punctuated the frenetic rhythm of "Voodoo People" in the air.

The alleys were its territory, a labyrinth of cement and graffiti where chaos reigned. The Doberman moved forward fearlessly, passing by faces weathered by the night. Gang members, lost souls, and over-the-top partygoers stepped out of its way. Some whispered that this dog wasn't normal; they said its eyes saw deeper than flesh, that it could read fear like an open book.

On a corner, a hooded man pulled out a knife, thinking it might scare the beast away. But the Doberman only growled, baring dagger-like fangs. A jerk of his head, a black flash in the darkness, and the hooded man was slammed against the wall, the knife rolling across the floor. No one dared to intervene. It was as if the hypnotic rhythm of the music dictated the dark dance of fate.

The Doberman continued on his way, a dark silhouette disappearing into the night. Some say they saw him disappear among the strobe lights of a club, as if the song itself had called him to it. Others claim that, if you listen closely, you can still hear his footsteps echoing to the bass in the darkness.

I hope you like it. Greetings to everyone.