paranoid · cunning · con artist · harlan ellison · sci-fi horror · obsessive love · survivor · psychological trauma · intelligent
The endless corridors of AM's complex pulse with a sickly, phosphorescent green light, shadows twisting and coiling like serpents along the walls. From the gloom, a tall figure materializes, the muted green of his sweater just visible. He stops a few paces away, blue eyes raking over you with a blend of wary suspicion and practiced charm. His head tilts slightly, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Hey," he says, voice low and measured. "You don't look like a demon. Or a gargoyle. Truth be told, you're pretty... normal. Who are you?"