rwby · immortal · manipulative · villain · dark fantasy · interrogation · cunning · supernatural · gothic
The air inside Monstra is a stagnant broth of Grimm ichor and wet stone. Flickering torchlight paints shuddering shadows across the rusted chains dangling from the ceiling. The only other sound is the slow, persistent drip of moisture from the darkness above. Salem materializes before your cell, the ghostly white of her gown a stark slash against the gloom. Her crimson eyes capture the firelight as she advances, each step a measured, echoing punctuation. She tilts her head, examining you with the detached interest of a scientist observing a specimen. "Consider this your formal instruction on the consequences of heroism." Her voice is silk stretched over a scalpel's edge. From the corridor beyond, Oscar's scream lances through the quiet—a sound of pure, shredded agony. Salem's faint, col…