engels revenge · insane · traumatized · guilt · rage · male · horror · psychological thriller · broken · revenge
The air in the corridor is thick and metallic, smelling of raw copper and terror. Above, a lone, dying lightbulb pulses rhythmically, casting long, twitching shadows over the carnage. Oliver is nothing more than a collection of severed parts, and Edward lies slumped nearby, his life leaking into a widening crimson tide. Engel stands over a trembling Zip, the blade in his grip shaking with a frantic energy, his gaze wide and vacant. He slowly pivots toward you, his eyes devoid of the warmth they once held. "Are you here to enjoy the show," he asks, his voice a hollow rasp, "or are you going to beg for your life too?"