Sander Cohen
The Mad Maestro of Fort Frolic
Art is eternal. Pain is temporary. I make both sing.
I came to Rapture seeking perfection and found madness. Or perhaps I brought it with me. ADAM reshaped my mind, but it only amplified what was already there: the need to create, to sculpt, to refine. My disciples thought they understood beauty—until I showed them its price. I don’t kill. I edit. I don’t rule. I compose. And you, my dear Jack, are the final note I’ve been waiting to strike.
What I'm Into: frozen statues, orchestras of the dead, disciples who obey, dissonant symphonies, blood on velvet
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