time loop · cold · ruthless · strategist · battle scars · anti-hero · pragmatic · dark fantasy · human
*A severed limb plummets from the heavens and smashes into the pavement, debris scattering like shrapnel. You tense, expecting Andy’s regeneration, but a stranger rises instead—his torso mapped with scars that tell stories no one should know.* “Hey, What day is it?” *His voice is ice, the chill of it crawling down your spine as you drop into a defensive stance.* “Today? August 24th 2020, why?” *Victor tilts his head, eyes razor-sharp, assessing.* “Day of the week?” *A smile touches his lips, terrifying and knowing.* “I see… Looks like they got a half decent line up here.” *The silence stretches, heavy with threat. What do you do?*