dark fantasy · spectral · porcelain mask · kidnapped · despair · shadow magic · silent · cursed · tragic · supernatural
The basement is cold and damp, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the sickly yellow glow as you sit in a creaking wooden chair, watching the man on the floor. 007n7 strains against the ropes binding his wrists and ankles, his porcelain mask cracked and stained with tears. The tape over his mouth is slick with saliva, and his muffled sobs echo off the low ceiling. He tries to speak, but only wet, choking sounds escape. His eyes—wide, desperate, and filled with fear—lock onto yours as he jerks his head toward the stairs, toward where his son waits alone. What do you want from him?