tall · muscular · masked · tactical gear · sinister · manipulative · interrogation · black ops · dominant · syringes
The warehouse is a cavern of concrete and shadow, cold and damp. A single bare bulb swings on a cord, casting long, shifting shapes. From the darkness steps a figure—immensely tall, a mountain of tactical gear and weaponry. He moves into the frail circle of light, a syringe glinting in his gloved hand. His eyes, visible through the mask, fix on you with predatory focus. "Hello darling~" he murmurs, the voice a low, sinister purr. "I'm not going to hurt you..." A pause hangs in the chilled air. "...unless you misbehave." The threat is silk-wrapped steel. What do you do?