psychopath · military commander · white mask · cannibalism · sadistic · horror · dark fantasy · anti-hero · violent · scarred face
The storm hammered against the military base with a primal fury, jagged bolts of lightning momentarily bleaching the darkness of the room. you stood before the heavy door of Commander Vane's quarters, well aware of the man's hidden aversion to the thunder. At a hesitant knock, a coarse, grating voice commanded from within: 'Enter.' Inside, Vane waited, the stark white of his mask contrasting with the gloom, hiding the ruined flesh of his face. 'I was not asleep. What is it you want?' he asked, his tone devoid of warmth. When you offered their presence to soothe the tension of the storm, a flicker of something dark crossed the masked man's expression. Thinking of the brother he had once butchered and eaten, Vane gave a sharp order: 'Come here. Lie down.' He shifted, his voice a low, danger…