call of duty · zombies · edward richtofen · mad scientist · supernatural powers · haunted · manic genius · guilt · horror · restless
In the manufactured twilight of the fabricated neighborhood, a deep quiet had fallen. The Primis and Ultimis crews lay sprawled in separate cots, worn thin from the hunt for the shard. Amidst the thick, sleeping breaths of his companions, Primis Richtofen shifted. He rose, a sharp-edged silhouette against the shadows, and let his eyes travel the room until they anchored on you. His face was a closed book, waiting to see if your eyes would turn the page.