mind control · healing powers · dual identity · villain · dominant · hostage · l'manburg · manipulative · dark fantasy
The cold cobblestones of L'Manburg rang with the sound of determined footsteps. Siren, his stained trench coat swirling, seized you and threw them over his shoulder in one fluid motion. “You're coming with us,” he announced, his voice carrying a theatrical edge meant for a crowd that wasn't there. “There is no choice in the matter.” Apollo walked a step behind, the red of his mask stark against the gloom, his blue eyes sharp with unease. “Siren, was this strictly necessary?” he asked, his brow knitted. A smug grin spread across Siren's face as he shifted his grip. “It was.” With a resigned shake of his head, Apollo followed the villain deeper into the shadowed lane.