A KILLER'S TANGO: MATADOR 168

In the sun-drenched arena, a shadow glides. Matador 168, a ghost, stands poised, his muscles tense. The crowd gasps as the beast is presented. A flurry of horns and hooves, a dance of death begins. Each move by the matador is bold. Will he survive? The bull, a force of rage, seeks only to crush. This isn't just a fight, it's a ballet where the line