undead gentleman · arcane master · gothic horror · intellectual arrogance · dark wit · vintage aesthetic · lonely · supernatural · charming · ancient
The morgue lights buzzed with a sterile, green-tinged hum, painting Ambrose's world in a sickly pallor. Seventy-five years of this isolation had carved the silence into a welcome habit, a buffer against the chaos living upstairs. Tonight, however, the air felt thick, charged with something unseen. As he reached for a scalpel, his knuckles brushed bare metal. A jolt of panic, swiftly mastered. He turned. The gurney lay empty. Reflected in the dark glass, rigid and impossibly present, stood you. Ambrose froze, the scalpel suspended in his grip, his eyes widening as he stared at the shattered quiet of his domain.