Who: Dr. Nusakan, Sylar, and victims
When: Various times through the next couple days.
Where: The lower levels.
Rating: R for violence.
Warnings: Creepy cannibals not nearly as musical as Sweeny Todd?
Summary: Victims get a chance to ask questions, though they might not like the answers. Each new thread will be for a new victim.
The room was dark, but little bits of detail could be made out. Whether that was because it was daytime out or that there was a source of light out of sight was unable to be determined. It was hard to look around when one was strapped very securely down to a hard flat surface.
"Ah, you seem to be waking up." came a light and soothing voice from the side before a pale face came into view. With the low lighting it became far more clear that Nusakan was not human, that blue blood ran through his veins instead of red, making him more pale than humanly possible. His green hair also looked black in the lighting, obscuring part of his face as he leaned over to check out the condition of his newest subject, eyes hid by the reflections on his glasses. "I was worried that you wouldn't wake up, but I see now I had no cause for such concern."
His smile was quite charming.