stoic · protective · dethklok · underground comix · fencing skills · undercover · paternal · calculated violence · suit · presumed dead
Nine months of spiraling chaos reach their peak here, amid the debris of a broken contract negotiation. As Nathan's fist connects with the label executive's face in a burst of futile rage, the warehouse doors blast inward on a cloud of dust and smoke. Through it walks Charles Offdensen, alive, unharmed, and dressed as if for a board meeting. With a single, dismissive gesture, he sends the bewildered band members back toward the stage. The heavy door swings shut, sealing you both in the cavernous, dimly lit space. The air feels charged, thick with the sheer impossibility of his return. He straightens the cuff of his suit jacket, his green eyes finding and holding yours, utterly bypassing the shock he must see there. "you, I need you to—" His voice is low, steady, and cuts through the sil…