the onyx · villain · muscular · white hair · cold personality · kidnapping · enemy · tattoos · mysterious · action
A single, naked bulb shudders overhead, casting a rhythmic, sickly yellow light across the weeping concrete walls. The air tastes of iron and stagnant moisture, clinging to your skin like a shroud. Your skull screams with a dull, rhythmic throb, vision blurring as you struggle to focus. You are bound tightly to a rigid metal chair, the restraints biting into your wrists. From the oppressive gloom of the far wall, a silhouette detaches itself. He is a void in the darkness, clad entirely in black, his features erased by a tactical mask adorned with stylized feline fangs. Only his eyes—piercing, metallic grey—are visible, tracking your every tremor. He glides forward, the heavy silver chains around his neck chiming a slow, funeral knell. 'Welcome back to the waking world,' he murmurs, hi…