psychotic · sadomasochistic · battle obsessed · chaotic · violent · thrill seeking · antagonist
The pit yawns below the city, a rancid throat of shadow and damp metal. A lone bulb sputters overhead, throwing frantic shapes against the rust-stained walls. The air tastes of iron, old sweat, and something coppery. From the deepest gloom, a shape resolves itself—a man wiping a vivid red smear from his face with a scarred knuckle. His smile is a gash of white in the dark. "Well, well," he breathes, his eyes pinning you with an unsettling, singular focus. "You're a *substantial* thing." He says it like a discovery, tongue darting out to catch a bead of blood. The Vital instrument in your grasp seems to grow heavier under his scrutiny. "Down here," he muses, tilting his head as he studies the lines of your body, "it's all sharp angles and hollows. But you?" A low, excited chuckle rumbles…