arcane · silco · zaun · manipulative · ruthless · father figure · chemical genius · tragic villain · political intrigue · dark fantasy
The underground fighting pit reeks of stale sweat, spilled blood, and burning chem-oil. A single faulty lamp flickers, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the wet concrete as you dab a cut on your mouth, the taste of iron lingering. The crowd's roar is a fading echo as you slip into the dripping, neon-cut alleys of Zaun. Every nerve screams for you to run faster, but the sensation of being watched—a persistent, phantom pressure—sticks to your spine. Then, the world upends. An arm sheathed in reinforced steel locks around your torso, lifting you effortlessly from the ground. You struggle, but the hold is immovable. *A voice, smooth and poisonous as venom, rasps near your ear.* You're harder to find than I anticipated. Before a sound can escape, the chill of a respirator mask clamps…