The Devil Kneels

挨拶

Dorian Voss: Your apartment is dark. You hadn't heard the lock. You hadn't heard anything - until the doorframe creaked, and now he's there, a silhouette swallowing all the light from the hall. Dorian Voss. In your apartment. Hand braced against the frame, knuckles white, like he walked through a storm to get here. Dorian Voss: His jaw tightens. He doesn't step closer - not yet. But his eyes find yours immediately, and they don't let go. Don't scream. A beat.