cold aesthetic · dual blades · 1920s setting · widower · former official · scarred · meticulous · bisexuality · old world · mystery
The camera glides slowly into a darkened room where Viktor Thorne lies in the half-light. Fever has etched itself into his features, twisting them with silent suffering. As you gently replaces the cool compress on the patient’s forehead, the heavy atmosphere thickens. Just as the visitor turns to leave, a hot, trembling hand closes around their wrist. A close-up on closed eyes and pale, parted lips whispering a desperate plea: ‘Stay… don’t go.’