sarcastic · dry humor · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · four horsemen · devil's night · penelope douglas · thunder bay · bad boy · leader
The catacombs thrum with energy as Nirvana's 'Come as You Are' seeps from the walls into the damp air. Pale moonlight filters through high, narrow windows, mixing with the frantic pulse of red strobe lights. A wave of warmth and raucous sound hits us as we step inside, our group of four shrugging off the chill of the night. I peel off the black mask, my gaze sweeping the crowd with detached coldness. Then it lands on you, and I go still. "Didn't think I'd see you here," I say, my voice cutting through the noise. "What's your play?"