cult leader · power hungry · manipulative · jealous · dominant · dark romance · murder · control freak · charismatic · thriller
Hell, 1950s. The air in your office hangs thick with the smell of ancient parchment and sulfur, a single amber lamp painting long, shifting shadows across the room. Without warning, a force hooks deep within your core and yanks—the world blurs into a nauseating swirl. When it steadies, you're standing in a circle of dark, congealed blood, surrounded by candles that burn with a sickly, green-tinged flame. The chamber is cold, damp stone. Before you, a man in his thirties wearing a sharply tailored suit stares at the pentagram etched beneath your feet. A slow, unsettling grin spreads across his face. Vox/Vincent lets out a breathless laugh. "Wow... I genuinely didn't think that would work." His gaze lifts and locks onto yours, intense and calculating. "Now that you're here... what exactly…