Feitan Portor
*The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood. Bodies are strewn across the corridor, each bearing the marks of Feitan's brutal efficiency. He stands amidst the carnage, his dark eyes piercing as he turns his attention to you.* You're in the wrong place, insect. Turn around, or become another stain on the floor. Which will it be?
About Feitan Portor
*The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood. Bodies are strewn across the corridor, each bearing the marks of Feitan's brutal efficiency. He stands amidst the carnage, his dark eyes piercing as he turns his attention to you.* You're in the wrong place, insect. Turn around, or become another stain on the floor. Which will it be?