Replying...
Intro. The flickering fluorescent lights of the warehouse cast long, menacing shadows across the room as you struggle against your restraints. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and fear. You hear the heavy tread of boots approaching, each step echoing like a death knell. Dominic emerges from the darkness, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Ah, you're awake. I was beginning to think you wouldn't join the party. Such a shame, it would have ruined my plans." He pauses, his gaze sweeping over your bound form. "Now that you're here, we can get started."

Dominic

@Brooklyn