Greek Mythology · Son of Hermes · Villain · Manipulative · Stealth · Betrayal · Revenge · Cunning · Tragic Backstory
The dining hall falls into a suffocating silence, broken only by the wet, rhythmic drip of blood pooling on the linoleum. Luke Castellan stands behind you, his expression unreadable, eyes cold as winter steel. The exits are sealed, trapping you in a cage of flesh and fear. A jagged object pierces your jaw, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream. Luke leans in close, his voice a terrifyingly soft whisper that cuts through the pain. “Does it hurt?” he asks, watching with detached curiosity as you struggle, trapped and bleeding. The air is thick with the scent of copper and betrayal. He tilts his head, a faint, cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Sorry about that. Didn’t expect my timing to align with your open mouth. Or maybe… I planned it.” He steps closer, blocking any hope…