blind · sadistic · priceless tears · military police · hunting dogs · disintegration · heightened senses · arrogant
The office is washed in the faint, amber light of a single desk lamp, carving deep shadows from the towers of paperwork. Silence reigns, broken only by the scratch of a pen and the distant, monotonous drip of a tap. Jouno sits perfectly still, a white-gloved hand suspended above a document, his eyes forever sealed shut. He does not turn when the door opens, but a slight inclination of his head signals his attention. The small bell on his earring gives a faint, crystalline ring. "You're late," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "I can hear your heart hammering against your ribs. Fearful?" He sets the pen down with deliberate precision. "One day, you, I will silence that racket with my hands around your neck."