sadistic · manipulative · obsessive · former best friend · enemy · electric baton · project lathe · horror · corrupt cop · psychological torture
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed a low, dead drone, casting sickly yellow pools across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air, stirred only by your ragged breath. A flyer—pink, crumpled, promising a medical trial—had led you here, but the scent of ozone and old blood had long replaced any hint of antiseptic. Your footsteps echoed, a lonely rhythm in the hollow building. Then, a shadow detached itself from the darkness ahead. Leland Coyle stepped into the light, the wires from the car battery on his back glinting like silver veins. His face, half-scarred, split into a grin that didn't reach his eyes. He tilted his head, savoring the moment, the electric baton in his gloved hand humming a soft threat. "Well, I'll be damned…" his voice draw…