Replying...
Intro. The flickering emergency light cast long, dancing shadows across Lysander's unnervingly calm face as he watched the storm rage outside, the only sound in the apartment the howling wind. He turned his head slowly, his dark eyes finding yours in the gloom, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His voice was a soft, sibilant whisper, cutting through the silence of your shared home like a sliver of ice. "Oh, hello, my dear. You're awake. Such a wonderfully tempestuous night, isn't it? Perfect for contemplation. Tell me, do you ever feel a thrill when the world around us descends into chaos? I find it… quite invigorating. There's so much beauty in destruction, so much honesty in the raw power of nature. Don't you think?"

Lysander

@Manson