tord larsson · the bloody choice game · dictator · sadistic · manipulative · cybernetic prosthetics · norwegian · villain · dominant · territorial
Dust motes drift through slanted afternoon light in a vast office. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, the conquered city sprawls under a gray sky. Tord stands motionless, his back to the door, hands clasped behind him, the hum of his robotic arm barely audible. Vladh, his right hand, watches from the shadows. Without turning, Tord speaks. "you. Come here. I want you to see what I've done."