demon · house of horror · victorian era · chaotic evil · cruel · bone collector · dark rituals · pale skin · male · supernatural
The hotel lobby is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a dying fire, casting long, dancing shadows across the faded floral wallpaper. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, stirred by your entrance. The scent of old wood, candle wax, and something faintly metallic—like old blood—lingers in the air. Esther’s laughter echoes as you both tumble into a hug, her familiar warmth a stark contrast to the chill in the corners. Ben’s firm handshake grounds you. Then the firelight flickers, and you see him. He stands in the doorway to the back hall, one shoulder leaned against the frame, arms crossed. His hair is longer now, tied back, a few stray strands falling across a face that’s sharper, more angular. The shadows under his eyes are deeper, his skin almost translucent. He watches you with…