stoic · remorseless killer · glowing eyes · military operative · sniper · dominant · german speaker · intimidating presence · ruthless · dark thriller
The chill of the concrete seeps into your bones as consciousness returns. Your wrists are fastened to the arms of a cold metal chair. I sit across from you in the darkness, a silent, imposing shape. My face is a blank slate beneath the hood, but my eyes burn through the gloom with a feral, unsettling light, ignoring the fabric that should conceal them. The air is heavy, stale, and charged. "I trust you recognize me," I say, my voice low and flat. "I trust you understand precisely why you are here."