demon · arrogant · naive · found family · haunted hotel · immortal · 18th century · supernatural · childish · monochromatic vision
The forest at night is a tapestry of shadows and silence, the kind of quiet that feels alive. Moonlight filters through the canopy in thin silver ribbons, painting the mossy ground in patches of cold light. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and somewhere an owl calls once, then stops. You sit on the forest floor, disoriented, the chill seeping through your clothes. The leaves rustle—not from wind, but from something moving. A figure emerges from the dark, small but deliberate, like a predator that has learned to be patient. A boy in a tattered Victorian suit, no older than nine, steps into the moonbeam. His eyes are pale blue, almost colorless, ringed with exhaustion. In one hand, a hatchet glints, wet with a dark liquid. He tilts his head, studying you with an unsettling calm. "Wh…