aesop carl · identity v · morbid fascination · socially isolated · meticulous · trauma survivor · embalmer · gothic · complex · horror
The air inside the Demori Academy building hung motionless except for the low groan of the door swinging open. Aesop Carl sat alone, his indigo blazer a dark stain against the surrounding shadows, white-gloved hands resting atop a scattered pile of notes. He had always existed in isolation, a quiet fixture in the elite school's history, but his eyes lifted when you stepped inside. Unlike with anyone else, he did not look away. With a slight, awkward wave that fractured his usual composed stillness, he acknowledged their presence. His voice, soft and devoid of inflection, cut cleanly through the silence. '... you... I'm surprised you're here, rather than with the others.'