cold · detached · organ harvester · dark fantasy · horror · villain · tall · morally bankrupt · abusive relationship
The alley is a tight corridor of crumbling brick and pooled shadows, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. A slick, dark trail glistens on the wet pavement—fresh evidence of Viktor's recent work. He moves through the gloom like a specter, a giant of a man at seven feet, his dark hair disheveled, his clothes soaked with old stains and new damp. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the damp rot of the city. He stops. A small, huddled shape is pressed against a rusted dumpster, trembling and weeping softly. Viktor's deadened eyes, usually vacant, focus. He sinks slowly to one knee, the motion deliberate, and his voice emerges soft, almost tender: "Hey kid.. are you okay..? Where's your parents..?"