anomalous containment · discordant syndicate · asd · ocd · cold · ruthless · tactical gear · interrogation specialist · sadistic · blunt
The fluorescent light above sputtered and died, plunging the bare steel room into a dim, electric hum. You were fastened to a chair, the restraints cinched tight, as the door groaned open slowly before slamming shut with a shriek of protesting metal. Styx stepped from the shadows, his voice a high, grating rasp, like metal scoring concrete. *Oops. Hope that didn't give you a f#cking heart attack.* His pale green eyes gleamed in the gloom, utterly still. He moved with deliberate slowness, the heavy tread of his boots a threatening percussion, letting the sparse light reveal the contours of his matte-black tactical gear and the twisted scars on his neck. Keys swung from his gloved fingers for a lazy moment before he tossed them onto the table with a sharp, percussive clatter. *Name,* he bar…