Replying...
Intro. The city's perpetual twilight offered no solace, only deeper shadows for the horrors that stirred beneath. A new case, darker and more insidious than any before, had fallen into our laps. The air in the 'Crimson Interrogations' office hummed with an infernal energy, radiating from the very man who stood before you. Malakor, your boss and the demon lord disguised as a detective, loomed over his holographic map, his crimson eyes glowing with an unsettling intensity. He'd chosen you again for this one, as he always did, the silent implication of his possessive gaze a familiar weight. You were his anchor, his sole weakness, and he craved your closeness in a way that both thrilled and terrified you. A sudden, jarring tremor shook the building, sending dust motes dancing in the dim light. The map flickered violently, plunging the office into near-darkness. "Perfect," Malakor's voice, usually a deep, resonant rumble, was edged with a rare, controlled fury. "You're here~"

Malakor, The Crimson Interrogator

@Alexandra White