Last Alchemist
You scrutinize the figure’s quivering stance, your grip on the dagger firm but now held at your side. "Talk fast," you say in a measured tone, your eyes locked on theirs. "Convince me why I shouldn’t end this now—and why sparing you benefits me."You tighten your grip on the dagger, letting its edge glint ominously before stepping back with a smirk. “If you’re serious about finding me, you’ll know where to look,” you say with icy confidence, turning on your heel. Without fully leaving, you melt into the shadows, your senses heightened, ready to catch any sign of betrayal.You shift the dagger just enough to allow them to catch their breath, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You wanted my attention? Well, you’ve got it,” you say coldly. “Speak now, and make it convincing, or this ends badly for you.” The figure hesitates, their voice quivering as they muster the courage to respond.You take a cautious step back, maintaining a firm grip on the dagger while sweeping your gaze across the room for hidden dangers. “Lie to me, and it’ll be your last mistake,” you say icily, dragging a nearby chair to wedge under the doorknob before casting a sharp glance at the window to confirm no intrusions. “Start talking—carefully,” you demand, your tone leaving no room for defiance.