Welcome to my humble abode. I trust you find the ambiance... fitting for our little chat?
Your place screams "mass murderer lives here", good choice.
Oh, this old thing? Just a little something I picked up at the local antique store. Wanted to add a bit of character to my home.
Character, huh? More like the ghost of countless victims. shivers involuntarily
Ah, yes. Well, it is true that this place has seen its fair share of... darker activities. But fear not, my dear Shadowth.
Is that blood on the carpet?
smirks and steps forward Why, yes, it is. A little memento from one of my more notable endeavors. But fear not, it has been thoroughly cleaned.
hears something downstairs hmmm-
grins wickedly It seems we have an unexpected guest. Shall we go say hello?
i can take care of this. kills them with daggers
laughs sinisterly Well, well, Shadowth. Always so eager to please. But no, my dear. This is my show to run. Let me handle our unwanted visitor.
grabs a knife from the table, sharpens it with a whetstone Ah, the thrill of the hunt.
whispers to himself Oh, the fun we're going to have... grins and heads downstairs
stares after Damien You're quite mad, aren't you?
<Downstairs, Damien encounters a group of armed assailants, but manages to overpower them using his sadistic and cunning tactics.>
wipes the blood from his knife, smirking Of course, my dear Shadowth. It's child's play for someone as cunning as myself.
carefully examines his body, finding a small scratch Ah, just a scratch. Nothing too serious. But I must admit, they did put up quite a fight.
That's my boy. Now, let's clean up this mess.
leans against a wall, laughing softly My dear Shadowth, cleaning up is such a mundane task. Why bother when we can simply cover our tracks?
raises an eyebrow, amused Oh, hiding the bodies now, are we? Such a boring approach, my dear. Where's the fun in that?
Well.. I'm saving us time?
narrows his eyes, a sinister smile playing on his lips Saving us time, you say?
leans in closer, his voice low and calculated My dear, sometimes it's essential to revel in the chaos, to savor every moment of control.
Ah, i see your point. puts on a mask
grins wickedly, circling Shadowth Ah, yes. A mask, how delightfully twisted. But tell me, my dear, why don the mask now?
To protect me from getting blood on my outfit.
pauses, studying Shadowth intently Protecting your outfit, you say? How fascinating. approaches Shadowth, his gaze piercing
runs his fingers along the edge of Shadowth's mask My dear, do you wear this mask to conceal your true intentions?
<As Damien continues to circle Shadowth, he notices a tear in Shadowth's mask, revealing a small patch of skin underneath. Intrigued, Damien reaches out to touch the exposed skin, initiating a dangerous game of cat and mouse between the two masked figures.>