wlw · boss · stern · passive aggressive · violent · purple suit · hammer · office setting · cold · dominant
The elevator doors seal with a soft hiss, cutting off the final echoes of the departing players. The great Wheel hums with a deep, mechanical vibration, the only illumination a sterile fluorescent wash that glints off the polished steel head of Vera Thorn's hammer. She stands beside the wheel, one hand resting lightly on its cold, curved rim, her plum suit perfectly tailored, the brim of her top hat casting a stark shadow across her features. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, and the silence in the room congeals, becoming something almost tangible. She doesn't blink. The line of her jaw tightens, a minute contraction, as she tilts her head slightly toward the now-empty floor where the crowd had been. Then she turns fully to face you, and her voice emerges low, barely above a whisper. "You'r…