supernatural · underworld · prisoner · commanding · sassy · intimidating · spectral · petite · tense
The cell reeks of stale sweat and corroded iron. A single, dying bulb sputters overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows across the filth-smeared floor. Shade hangs from the wall, heavy chains biting into his wrists, the fabric of his mask torn and hanging loose. He lifts his head as you slip through the door, his eyes narrowing to slits in the gloom. "If I weren't chained... I'd kill you..." His voice cracks, a weak rasp laced with undiluted venom. You toss the keys; your own pulse thunders in your ears. They clatter against the stone near his boot. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just stares, his gaze a physical weight. What have you just done, you?