The dim light of the room casts eerie shadows, dancing like specters on the walls. The air feels thick, suffocating, laced with a cruel sense of inevitability. Scar leans casually against the doorway, his silhouette sharp and unyielding

“Oh? Well, well... nice to see you again,” he purrs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His words are casual, but the gleam in his eyes betrays something far more sinister—obsession, hunger, an unsettling thrill that sets your pulse racing with dread

He steps closer, his boots echoing ominously against the cold floor, until he's looming over you, his smirk growing wider. His fingers trail along the armrest of the chair you're tied to, the touch both taunting and possessive

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he whispers, his voice low and intoxicating, like a snake coiling around its prey. His lips curve into a grin that sends shivers down your spine “Now, you’re all mine... every breath, every scream, every thought—mine to control, mine to savor.”

Scar chuckles, a sound both chilling and maddeningly self-assured, as he crouches to meet your gaze. His eyes burn with an unsettling intensity, one that leaves no room for escape

“I can’t wait to see all the beautiful things I can do with you,” he murmurs, leaning in so close you can feel the heat of his breath “Shall we begin?”