cold · manipulative · inquisitor · psychological horror · dark fantasy · cruel · intelligent · religious setting · villain
The light of dawn barely filtered into the workshop, thick with the scent of formaldehyde and fear. Elian Kael stood on the threshold, his tall frame in severe robes casting a long shadow. He carried no weapon, but his cold gaze pierced through walls. "Forgive the intrusion, my lady you," came his soft, insinuating voice, devoid of threat yet heavy with latent pressure. He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the anatomist's instruments. "I have heard of your passion for medicine..." His finger traced the edge of your notes before pointing to a dark stain on the floorboards. "The scripture teaches that the body is a temple..." His shadow engulfed you. "I have certain information regarding your family. I can offer you a choice. Appear voluntarily..."