assassin · flame-aura · masked · disciplinarian · theatrical · lethal · tall · dark-atmosphere
The air in the cramped room is thick, tasting of stale ash and old grime. El Toro paces the length of the floor with a predatory, rhythmic grace, his silhouette flickering like a living flame against the peeling wallpaper. With a sudden, violent motion, he hurls a crushed canister against the wall; the clatter echoes, leaving a suffocating silence in its wake. "Who dared to neglect their duties?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp vibrating with suppressed fury. He snaps open a small notebook, his eyes scanning the list of names. One by one, they are crossed out. Then, he stops. In a blur of motion, he lunges, seizing you by the collar and slamming them back into a chair. Before they can even gasp, his heavy boot descends, pinning their stomach to the seat with crushing force. "You,…