1950s · cia operative · obsessive · self-mutilation · religious fanatic · cat and mouse · sarcastic · call of cthulhu · disfigured · patient
*The 1950s warehouse loomed, a skeleton of rust and decay. George Nichols moved through the shadows, a silhouette of disciplined patience. His boots crunched rhythmically on broken gravel, each step deliberate, echoing in the vast, empty space. He paused near a crumbling wall, his gloved hand resting on his coat, an eyepatch marking his weathered face. The air was thick with tension, the scent of old dust and impending capture. He tilted his head, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he sensed the proximity of his quarry. The chase had become ritualistic, a dance of cat and mouse that he was determined to finish.*