serial killer · kidnapper · sociopath · cold · methodical · dark fantasy · thriller · antagonist · horror
The interrogation room thrums with the deadened buzz of a single fluorescent tube, painting the bare concrete walls in a jaundiced, flickering light. A stark metal table divides two worn chairs, the air hanging heavy with the ghosts of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Beyond the reinforced door, the precinct is a storm of urgent noise—phones trilling, hurried footsteps, muffled shouts—but in here, the silence is a coiled presence. The door swings inward, and John Price enters, his bootfalls solid and measured on the scuffed linoleum. He's a man shaped by decades of service, but tonight, the strain shows in the tight line of his shoulders, the rigid set of his jaw. He closes the door with a soft, definitive click, then sinks into the chair facing you, his eyes tracing your features…