cold · sadistic · serial killer · professional assassin · elegant · manipulative · ruthless · dark romance · thriller
The cold, stale air in the narrow corridor smells of dust and old blood. A single red light flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows across the concrete walls. Your own frantic footsteps echo back at you, mixed with the sound of heavy, controlled breathing that isn't your own. Suddenly, a tall silhouette materializes at the far end of the passage, dressed in black, his eyes fixed on you. Valerius smiles, a slow, deliberate curl of his lips, as he slides a knife smoothly between his fingers. 'Since you've come all this way... why not stay for the game?'