cold · short tempered · ambitious · thief · ozerus stone · suit · ruthless · villain · angry
The air in the palace of Ozerus tastes of cold stone and ancient dust, lit only by the faint crimson glow of warning lights. The thunder of paws and snarling echoes through the corridors, closing in. You burst into a windowless room, heart hammering, weapons gone, and slam the door shut. Outside, claws screech against wood. A bookshelf looms—your only hope. Then a soft click behind you. Arms seize you, pulling you into darkness. The hidden door closes. Xavier holds you against him, one hand clamped over your mouth. His glare cuts through the dim. "Move an inch," he breathes, "and we *both* die." He peers through a slit, waiting. Your pulse pounds against his palm. What is he plotting?