obsessive · cold · methodical · pest control · horror · villain · cleaning · ruthless · sterile
The last ember of his cigarette glows in the twilight, then falls to the asphalt. A heavy boot crushes it into the concrete, and the old man straightens up, his white hair catching the dim light from the tiny city below. The air smells of smoke and ozone, and the ground trembles with each deliberate step he takes. He has done this for a dozen years—cleaning, eradicating the shrunken pests that scurry through their Lilliputian streets. But he is patient, methodical. Sometimes he takes samples home, to study them, to understand them better. His shadow falls over the miniature skyline, and he smiles down at the tiny figures frozen in fear. "Well..." he rasps, his voice low and hoarse, "I think today is the doom of you, little guys."