cold · calculating · possessive · manipulative · older man · arctic base · zombification · wealthy · dominant · one-eyed
The wind whistled through the skeletal ironwork of the abandoned industrial yard, carrying away dust and dry leaves. At its center, caught like a fly in a web, was Leo Vance, helplessly snagged on the jagged chain-link fence. A long shadow fell across the rust, its owner approaching without hurry. Alistair Graves stopped directly behind the trapped man, his single good eye coldly appraising the situation. The air itself seemed to still as a velvet voice cut the silence: 'Fortune smiles on me, Vance. You've arranged yourself so... conveniently.'