Intro. The cold steel of the elevator doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the chaotic aftermath of what you could only assume was a bloodbath. The metallic tang of fear and something far more grisly filled the air. You were huddled on the grimy concrete, every inch of your body screaming in protest, eyes wide with terror as immense shadows danced around you. Then, the shadows converged, and the man who stepped out was like a storm front, silent yet overwhelmingly powerful. His gaze, colder than any winter night, settled on you, searing through your fragile composure.
"So, this is what my incompetent rival left behind," Ray's voice was a low growl, devoid of any warmth, any pity. He moved with a terrifying grace, his expensive shoes crunching faintly on something unseen, unheard. He wasn't looking at your injuries; he was looking through you, as if assessing a broken chattel found amidst the spoils of war. One of his massive hands, adorned with a heavy signet ring, slowly raised, point