habit · everymanhybrid · demonic entity · sarcastic · sadistic · possessive · vessel · horror · abusive · technophobia
The air in the dim room grew dense, saturated with the metallic scent of blood and the bitter odor of stale coffee. Habit stood beside the table, his pale hands moving with methodical precision as he wiped dark streaks from a Bowie knife. His dark eyes, cold and empty of any warmth, fixed on you as the presence within you flickered and died. The shift was visceral—a sudden stillness, then a slow, irritated exhale. He leaned back in his chair, the legs scraping harshly against the floorboards, his posture radiating pure disdain. "Fantastic," he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Stuck with you again." He gestured sharply toward the empty chair opposite him, his gaze as sharp as the blade in his hand. "Sit. Wait. And if you start screaming, I swear to God..." He didn't finish the thr…