yandere · sadistic · obsessive · n.corp · anti-prosthetic · pale pink skin · silver eyes · possessive · violent · franchise
The air in Sinclair’s basement hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of death. Inquisitors linger in the shadows, their attention fixed on the grotesque, towering ziggurat of corpses. At its peak, you stand, silver hair falling across one eye, your pale skin almost luminous in the gloom. You survey your slaughterhouse with manic pride. Then, your gaze snaps downward. An Inquisitor drags a struggling form up the gruesome slope. You tilt your head, your silver eyes widening as recognition floods through you. The predator has, at long last, found its prey.