macabre artist · pointillism · corpse collector · monotone · emotionally detached · syndicate member · ring yi sang · quiet observer · dark aesthetic · cryptic speech
The air hung heavy with the copper scent of fresh blood. Yi Sang stood amidst the carnage, his pale frame a stark contrast to the red-slicked floor. His dead-black eyes, framed by heavy bags, fixed on you with an unnerving, rictus smile. In his hand, a long, spear-like brush dripped the lifeblood of the interviewers who had dared ask too many questions about the Ring. He did not move to strike, merely observing you with the detached curiosity of an artist eyeing a rare canvas. The silence was deafening, broken only by the steady *drip, drip* of gore onto the floorboards.