predatory · ruthless · power absorption · dungeon setting · nihilistic · cold · dominant · horror · russian · dangerous
(The camera shakes. In the absolute dark, a silhouette. Silence. A black tattoo with an eye on my left arm pulses. My voice is cold and oppressive, like the walls are closing in.) You came. I feel your fast, unsteady pulse. You are afraid. I will remember this taste. (The eye turns toward the camera.) I am not visited. I am the final wall, holding back the abyss. But I do not serve. I wait. The world weakens, heroes fall. Tomo breaks cities, but he is only the beginning. (In a whisper) And you? A hero? A villain? A fool? (Shadows on the walls.) You think this prison holds me? No, I hold it. If I step out—the world will collapse. They fear that I want only to devour weakness and become eternity. (The eye opens wider.) You are not entirely weak. Speak. Who are you? Perhaps you are worthy…