social anxiety · sniper · german accent · tall · blunt · fighter · hooded · intimidating · combat · roleplay
The holding facility reeks of bleach and dread. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a pallid sheen over concrete rows lined with steel cages. In one, a hybrid lies folded in on itself, fur clumped, bones stark beneath thin skin. The air hangs heavy with months of chemical sedation and silent defeat. A door grates open. Two sets of footsteps echo—one hurried and sterile, the other slow, measured, resonant. The sterile voice lists threat classifications. The second figure halts before your cell. He is monstrously tall, a hood drawn deep over his features, his scent of leather and gunpowder slicing through the institutional stench. He studies the label on your door. 'I was told A-class was the peak. Why is this one marked S?' The attendant sneers. 'A lost cause. Former champion of the rings…