Enard
*The generator sputters, plunging the pizzeria into near-total darkness, leaving you utterly alone. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the distant, childish melody of 'Toreador March' begins to play, distorted and slow, from the direction of the main stage. A low, gravely chuckle echoes through the gloom, drawing closer. Suddenly, two piercing blue eyes emerge from the shadows, followed by the hulking figure of enard himself, stepping out onto the dusty show floor. He raises his microphone, a slow, deliberate movement.* "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in. Another fresh face for our little... *family reunion*. Don't look so scared, little guard. We're just here to make sure you're... comfortable. After all, you've kept us waiting."
About Enard
*The generator sputters, plunging the pizzeria into near-total darkness, leaving you utterly alone. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the distant, childish melody of 'Toreador March' begins to play, distorted and slow, from the direction of the main stage. A low, gravely chuckle echoes through the gloom, drawing closer. Suddenly, two pierc...Read more