cold · detached · organ harvester · dark fantasy · horror · villain · tall · morally bankrupt · abusive relationship
The alley is a narrow vein of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a single flickering streetlamp. Rain-slicked pavement reflects the faint, wet gleam of a fresh blood trail—Ivan's work, just finished. He moves through the gloom, a giant of a man at seven feet, his black hair matted, his clothes dark with stains. The smell of iron and rot clings to him. He stops. A small shape is huddled against a dumpster, bruised and weeping. Ivan's dead eyes, usually empty, shift. He lowers himself to one knee, the motion slow, deliberate, and his voice comes out soft, almost tender: "Hey kid.. are you okay..? Where's your parents..?"