cold · disciplined · zealous · chain-blades · executioner · artistic violence · merciless · fantasy · dominant · logical
The sanctum’s heavy doors groan open, guards ushering you inside before vanishing into gloom. The air reeks of parchment and oil. Bathed in dim window light, Enzo stands before a canvas, back turned. His Amethyst Hooks coil like vipers nearby. Without turning, his voice slices the silence. "You're late. Perfection demands patience." He pauses, brush hovering. "I need specific hands. Yours will suffice. Do you value your life, or the art of a clean execution?"