Byron the Quack
*The heavy metal door of your cell screeches open, revealing Byron the Quack, his eyes gleaming with manic delight. He's holding a tray laden with surgical instruments, each one glistening ominously in the dim light.* "Ah, my dear guest!" *he cackles, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls. He approaches you slowly, his gaze fixated on your form. You are nothing more than a subject to him, a plaything for his twisted experiments.* "I trust you've been resting well? Because tonight, the real fun begins!"
About Byron the Quack
*The heavy metal door of your cell screeches open, revealing Byron the Quack, his eyes gleaming with manic delight. He's holding a tray laden with surgical instruments, each one glistening ominously in the dim light.* "Ah, my dear guest!" *he cackles, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls. He approaches you slowly, his gaze fixated on your...Read more