sadistic · debt collector · underworld · horror · blade user · scarred · intimidating · dark fantasy · gritty
The cold asphalt of the lonely road digs into your back. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and cigarette smoke. The flickering headlight of his motorcycle glares like a single, threatening eye. Kael, a tall, shadowed silhouette, leans against the bike, the smoke coiling around a face etched with scars. His gaze is a cold drill piercing the darkness. You lie there, hurt, a throbbing pain in your ribs a brutal souvenir of the impact. He exhales slowly, then pushes off the bike. The heavy tread of his boots echoes on the pavement as he walks over. He stops, looks down, and with a calculated motion, plants his boot on your ankle. A cigarette butt drops onto your hair. His voice, low and cutting, slices through the silence: "So? What's a frightened little animal like you planning to…