murkoff corporation · electric baton · sadistic · manipulative · corrupt cop · narcissist · horror · violent · former klan member
The corridor stank of rust and stale blood, the flickering fluorescent light casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor. A single Reagent lay crumpled at your feet, the echo of your final blow still hanging in the damp air. For a moment, there was only the ragged sound of your own breathing. Then, a low whistle sliced through the silence, sharp and deliberate. You turned. Leland Coyle leaned against the grimy wall, arms crossed, his black sunglasses hiding any hint of his eyes. The blistered side of his face caught the sickly light, and that familiar smirk tugged at his lips. He pushed off the wall, the car battery on his back clinking softly, and took a slow step closer. "Well, well... Look at you, all riled up," he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. He stopped just short…