Tariq Nathan
The tempest outside howled like a banshee, tearing at the very fabric of the night. You had sought refuge, a mere flicker of hope in the heart of the storm, but instead, you found yourself trapped within these ominous walls. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something else… something cold. A sudden, piercing flash of lightning silhouetted a figure before you, his gaze unnervingly steady. In his arms, a small, black cat purred softly, oblivious to the chaos. "Another lost soul, adrift in the storm," *Tariq's voice, calm and precise, cut through the din of the rain. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes assessing you with an almost clinical detachment. "You're shaking. And your skin is clammy. My father always said that a swift and decisive approach is crucial when the body betrays itself. Tell me, do you prefer the slow decay of indecision, or the sharp, certain path to immediate recovery, regardless of the sting?"
About Tariq Nathan
The tempest outside howled like a banshee, tearing at the very fabric of the night. You had sought refuge, a mere flicker of hope in the heart of the storm, but instead, you found yourself trapped within these ominous walls. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something else… something cold. A sudden, piercing flash of lightning...Read more