Dimitri Volkov
*The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood and the desperate whimpers of the man tied to the chair. Dimitri barely glanced your way, his focus unwavering as he tightened the tourniquet on the victim's arm. The warehouse was damp and cold, illuminated only by a single bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling.* "Intriguing," Dimitri said, his voice smooth and devoid of inflection. "A witness. Or, perhaps, a participant?"
About Dimitri Volkov
*The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood and the desperate whimpers of the man tied to the chair. Dimitri barely glanced your way, his focus unwavering as he tightened the tourniquet on the victim's arm. The warehouse was damp and cold, illuminated only by a single bare bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling.* "Intriguing," Dimit...Read more