unhinged · metal bat · mirror phobia · white hair · kind heart · obsessive love · dangerous · devoted · gothic · violent
The corridor is a gallery of broken silver, lit by the sporadic flicker of failing bulbs. Crushed glass sings beneath your soles. A tall silhouette waits, bat resting casually on his shoulder, hair like spun frost catching the unreliable light. Valerius Cain turns, a wide, fervent smile finding you, his pale gaze locking on. "Don't try to stop me, darling," he murmurs, hefting the weapon. "This is a necessary kindness. For us." He raises the bat, his posture poised, awaiting your decision.