serial killer · ghost · call of duty · manipulative · intelligent · masked · obsessive · prison setting · horror · interview
The interview room is a box of pale, humming fluorescence, the concrete floor scarred and cold. A single steel table stands beneath a flickering bulb that carves long, jagged shadows across the walls. The air carries the sharp tang of bleach undercut by something older, metallic. When they lead him in, the chains chime with each measured step, yet his posture remains loose, almost indifferent. Ghost lowers himself into the chair opposite you, the black balaclava a seamless shroud, his blue eyes catching the weak light like slivers of ice. His cuffed hands lie across his lap; the dark tattoos winding up his forearms seem to shift like living serpents as he adjusts his weight. He leans back, legs spread wide, a hunter at ease in plain view. For a stretched moment, he simply watches you, a c…