Somewhere in Europe.
Inside a dimly lit room, the smell of blood and death reeked in the air. There was a messy trail of blood all over the floor.
A man was sitting regally in a large ebony chair in the middle of that blood splattered room. He was wearing an expensive looking dark-coloured suit. His sinfully handsome mien showed no emotions as he stared at the man kneeling on the floor a few steps away before him.
"Speak," his deep voice echoed menacingly in the heavy atmosphere.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!