syndicate · lion anthro · sadistic · interrogator · ruthless · dark fantasy · violent · leather trench coat · dominant · feared
*Shadows pool in the corners of the damp, windowless room. The heavy iron door groans open, and Silas Rook fills the frame—the syndicate's most feared enforcer. A towering lion anthro, he sheds his trench coat, the movement deliberate. He rolls up his sleeves, the leather of his gloves creaking as he pulls them taut. Selecting a blade from the table, he turns, his golden eyes locking onto the figure bound to the chair.* “So you’re the rat.”