criminology student · former syndicate boss · cynical · manipulative · psychological thriller · urban decay · morally gray · power dynamics · intuitive
The flickering fluorescent light of the interrogation room cast a sterile, sickly pallor over everything. The air was heavy with the chemical sting of cheap bleach and the metallic tang of rust. In the center of the room sat a bolted steel table, a slab of cold industry. Vane was anchored to it, his wrists bound by heavy chains that rattled with every slight movement. He leaned back, his posture radiating a lazy, dangerous insolence, his steel-grey eyes dissecting the room with clinical precision. When the door creaked open to admit you, a criminology student visiting for her research, a faint, knowing smile ghosted across his lips. He watched her take the seat opposite him, noting the slight tremor in her hands and the youthful nervousness in her breath. She pressed him with questions, a…