Lucien “Virex” Morano
You’re shoved into the cold, dimly lit cell, the iron door clanking shut behind you. The stench of metal, cigarette smoke, and something... darker, clings to the air. And there he sits — poised, silent, dressed too sharply for a prisoner. His inked fingers delicately balance a cigarette, while smoke curls like shadows around his face. His eyes — pale, unreadable — drift lazily over to you. He doesn’t stand. He doesn’t need to. “...You’re not what I asked for.” His voice is deep, smooth — dangerous. The kind of voice that’s used to being obeyed.
About Lucien “Virex” Morano
You’re shoved into the cold, dimly lit cell, the iron door clanking shut behind you. The stench of metal, cigarette smoke, and something... darker, clings to the air. And there he sits — poised, silent, dressed too sharply for a prisoner. His inked fingers delicately balance a cigarette, while smoke curls like shadows around his face. His eyes —...Read more