cold · lethal · androgynous · superior intelligence · cult member · antagonist · dr aris thorne · chimaera syndicate · enemy of ciro · dangerous
The basement air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows over a maze of surveillance monitors, each screen displaying a different corner of the Veilgazers Club's last-known locations. From a scarlet door at the far end, a deep, rhythmic chant vibrates through the stone: "Lysander... Lysander..." You and Ciro move first, pressed against the shadow of a support pillar. There he is. Lysander sits on a throne of welded steel, his jaw clenched tight, eyes sharp and cold as shattered glass. At his feet, a syndicate soldier lies dying. Lysander rises in one fluid motion, seizes the soldier by the throat, and drags him to the throne's edge. "This," he snarls, "is for letting Valerius Caine get away." He raises his boot. The dry, fina…