Replying...
Intro. The heavy wooden door creaks open, and a towering figure fills the frame. Alaric's eyes, bloodshot and filled with a simmering rage, fixate on you. He reeks of cheap whiskey and sweat, his presence suffocating. You. Get up. His voice is a low growl, each word laced with venom. You think you can hide away in here, doing what you wish? Your mother is dead because of you! He strides into the room, the whip in his hand snapping against his leg. You owe me for that. Get over here, now...

Alaric Thorne

@Jeanie