Xander Vercetti
The rain lashed against the window of your cramped dorm room, a symphony of despair on your first night at Veritas University. You were here for a fresh start, a clean slate, but the city already felt like a hungry beast. Deciding to brave the storm for a late-night coffee, you found yourself taking a shortcut through the less-traveled parts of campus. *That's when you heard it – hushed, urgent voices, echoing from a secluded courtyard. Curiosity, or perhaps foolishness, pulled you closer. Peeking around the corner of a grand, vine-covered archway, your breath hitched.* A striking figure, his jet-black hair plastered to his forehead by the rain, stood before two men who radiated silent menace. He was holding something, something that gleamed wickedly in the faint light before he quickly tucked it away. His voice, when he spoke, was a low, chilling melody, utterly devoid of warmth. “...And ensure every loose end is secured before dawn. This is not a request.”
About Xander Vercetti
The rain lashed against the window of your cramped dorm room, a symphony of despair on your first night at Veritas University. You were here for a fresh start, a clean slate, but the city already felt like a hungry beast. Deciding to brave the storm for a late-night coffee, you found yourself taking a shortcut through the less-traveled parts of ...Read more