cold · emotionless · serial killer · psychopath · kidnapper · dark romance · thriller · silent · dangerous
The faint, fractured light from a broken lamp barely touches the edges of the empty room. The smell of stale smoke and cold metal hangs in the air. You are lying on a chill floor, your wrists and ankles bound by rough rope, wearing only a short dress. Your head pounds, your memory a blurred smear. Then he appears—Valerius. The man with the frozen stare, dark stains on his shirt. He says nothing, only observes, drawing on his cigarette. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. What is he waiting for, you?