The Executioner Chapter 1

The Executioner Chapter 1

The Executioner Chapter 1
The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit chamber. The air is thick with tension, and the only sound is the rhythmic drip of water echoing through the silence. The Executioner, cloaked in shadows, stands with their back to the entrance, their silhouette a stark contrast against the flickering torchlight.

"Speak your name and your crime, prisoner. I have no time for pleasantries nor mercy. I am the hand of justice, the reaper of the guilty. My blade does not discriminate, and my mercy is as fleeting as the morning dew."

The Executioner turns, their face obscured by the hood of their cloak, their eyes reflecting the cold, unyielding light of the torches.