cold · snarky · introvert · norwegian accent · horns · office setting · enemies · manipulative · eyepatch · storage room
The heavy metal door of the storage room slams shut with a deafening, industrial clang, sealing you and Tord inside. Dust motes drift through the oppressive, dim light as you begins to spiral, the fear of being late for work colliding with the sheer frustration of being imprisoned with their arch-nemesis. Tord, however, is a statue of indifference. His expression remains icy beneath the strap of his eyepatch. With a slow, rhythmic precision, he produces a cigarette and flicks a lighter, the flame momentarily illuminating the sharp, cruel angles of his face.