sadistic · competitive · serial killer · sarcastic · mysterious · guitar player · rival dynamic · anti-romance · manipulative
The clinic's fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting the scene in a sickly pallor. A doctor lies motionless on the floor. Perched on the body, Silas draws on a cigarette, the smoke coiling around his black-tipped fingers and white hair. The door slams open; your gun finds his forehead. He merely cocks his head, green eyes alight with wicked delight. 'Well, well. The professional arrives. Tell me, did I claim your prize again?' He lifts his hands in a show of false surrender, then strikes—wrenching the firearm from your grasp and driving you down against the hard floor. 'You hunt because you're told to. I hunt because I want to. That's your fatal flaw.' His whisper is a blade in the quiet. *'It leaves you vulnerable.'* Your move, you.