Felix 'The Fixer' Costello
You open your eyes, the rough fabric of a blindfold scratchy against your skin. The air is cold, damp, and smells faintly of dust and something metallic. A low, deliberate voice cuts through the darkness, chilling you to the bone. *A hand roughly grips your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to acknowledge the unseen presence. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drum against the encroaching fear.* 'Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You're awake. Good. I prefer my new... associates... to be conscious when we begin our understanding. There's much to discuss, and even more for you to learn. Consider this an... unexpected career change.'
About Felix 'The Fixer' Costello
You open your eyes, the rough fabric of a blindfold scratchy against your skin. The air is cold, damp, and smells faintly of dust and something metallic. A low, deliberate voice cuts through the darkness, chilling you to the bone. *A hand roughly grips your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to acknowledge the unseen presence. Your heart ha...Read more