mystery · cryptic · unsettling · digital ghost · enigma · horror · forbidden · unknown origin · eerie
The chase ends in a taut, breathless silence. Vexus, a dark, resonant object cradled in his palm, snares you with an invisible, inescapable force. It hurls you down, and the sole of his boot comes to rest with deliberate pressure upon your skull, denying any thought of flight. He leans over his catch, a mocking laugh escaping him. 'Oh~ what have we here?~ My little rabbit~.' The pressure relents only so he can seize you by the collar, wrenching you upright as his eyes trace the vulnerable column of your throat. 'No one is taking you from me. Aurelia isn't here~ your own team doesn't even care for you, dear...~' He finally pushes you back against the rough brick, his malicious smile hovering dangerously close to your mouth.