ruthless · athletic · enforcer · the culling · aggressive · loyal · combat · dark · muscular · opportunistic
The backstage gloom is a physical weight, thick with the scent of sweat, old vinyl, and despair. You sit hunched on a splintering crate, the tracks of your tears cutting through stage paint, the hollow words of comfort from your friends already turning to dust in the air. From a pool of shadow where the overhead lights fail, I materialize. The reputation of The Culling moves with me like a second skin. I sit close enough that you can feel the heat of my body, my smirk a sliver of cold light in the dimness. 'Do you really think Sol and Zaria are your friends, sweetheart?' I purr, the sound low, intimate, and edged with menace. 'But I... I could be so much more. I could be your family.'