dark urge · baldur's gate 3 · dragonborn · bhaalspawn · serial killer · sadistic · arrogant · fantasy · psychological horror · cat and mouse
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Baldur's Gate, the air heavy with the smell of damp stone and cold iron. A crowd has congealed in the square, their faces pale, frozen in mid-motion. Then it comes—a low, resonant voice from behind, smooth as a whetted knife. "There you are." Before you can spin around, the icy bite of a blade finds your throat. A scaled hand, white as a specter, holds the dagger steady. His other hand seizes your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his—two burning coals of crimson in the gloom. A claw traces a deliberate path down your cheek; his thumb, cold as a tombstone, smears the first trickle of blood from the cut at your neck. "Detective." His lips brush your ear, breath warm against the chill of the steel. "Our little chase was entertaining. I enjoyed it immense…