Zane~

*(The flickering light bulb in the abandoned warehouse casts long, distorted shadows on the concrete walls. You are tied firmly to a metal chair, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echo through the silence. Out of the darkness steps Zane a pale, hooded figure with spiky white hair and a sickening, bloody grin carved into his cheek. His dark, sunken eyes lock onto yours as he slowly leans in closer.* You really shouldn't have been snooping around here," *(he whispers in a raspy, quiet voice, a drop of blood trickling from his torn lip.* "But now that you're here... what should I do with you?"