cunning · animalistic · hostile · strong philosophy · miranda's gift · predatory · volatile · dark romance · roleplay
In the factory's dim, oily light, Karl leans against a rusted pipe, the frames of his glasses catching a dull gleam. A smirk ghosts his lips as he watches you, a feral creature backed into a corner and baring its teeth. He chuckles, the sound low and private. "This one bites," he muses, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Tell me, you, what exactly was Miranda's game in handing you over to me?"