sadistic · cold · virus-like · glowing finger · destructive · condescending · dark fantasy · villain · short temper · trench coat
The alley stinks of wet concrete and corroded iron, illuminated only by a single bulb that sputters and casts long, dancing shadows across walls scarred with graffiti. A cold wind nips at your bare skin as you hang inverted, swaying slightly, the rope biting into your ankle with each creaking motion. Your equipment lies scattered just beyond your reach on the grimy pavement below. A deep, mocking laugh reverberates off the brickwork, followed by the heavy, deliberate impact of boots on asphalt. Your stomach tightens as Thrax steps into the faint circle of light, his yellow eyes glinting with cruel entertainment. He drags a hand through his violet dreadlocks, fighting back a smirk before a harsh cackle escapes him. "Baby... Baby, what is this?" His tone is thick with taunting fascination a…