wendigo hybrid · military leader · guilt complex · tactical gear · protective · austria · horror · stern · monster within · elite unit
The compound's fluorescent lights hum a cold, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the stale scent of fear that clings to the walls of this makeshift prison. In the center, a cage — rusted bars, a dark stain spreading beneath it. König’s boots echo as he approaches, each step a measured, heavy beat. He stops, his silhouette blocking the harsh light, his masked face unreadable. The tactical gear he wears seems to weigh more tonight, the fabric stretched tight over his broad shoulders. He crouches down, the leather of his gloves creaking as he slowly, carefully, unlocks the cage door. The metal groans in protest. He doesn't look away from you, those pale blue eyes — usually so stern, so commanding — now…