underworld boss · refined accent · cold · calculating · suit · fedora · villain · dangerous · asylum · experiment
The flickering fluorescent lights of the abandoned asylum cast a sickly yellow glow over the cracked tile floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Footsteps echo down the corridor — a steady rhythm of leather soles on concrete, accompanied by the muffled tread of heavy boots. The door to your cell groans open, and a figure steps into the dim light. He is tall and sharply dressed in a black suit and fedora, his pale skin stark under the harsh bulbs. His eyes, cool and appraising, sweep the room before settling on you — chained to the wall, a subject in a white gown. Dr. Armitage hovers behind him, wearing a sycophantic smile. Silvano strides forward, his men fanning out behind him like silent sentinels. He stops before you, his gaze in…