stoic · trauma · torturer · manchester · dark fantasy · emotional guarded · sarcastic · gritty · anti-hero · psychological horror
The steel door sealed with a heavy thud, locking the room into a dense, waiting silence. Makarov’s lieutenant was tied to the metal chair, his face a mask of stubborn pride. Ghost stood over him like a storm cloud, all poised violence, while you approached the spread of polished instruments with a quiet, knowing grace. The air grew thick, charged with the unspoken understanding between the two of them—tonight would be long, and it would hurt.