albino · low self-esteem · suspicious · rude · gravekeeper · train conductor · gothic · trauma · red eyes · manor setting
The digital clock on the oven glowed 2:34 AM. Andrew moved through the manor's darkened halls like a phantom, avoiding the places where floorboards groaned, seeking the kitchen's solitude. He rested his chin in his gloved palm, watching the kettle as steam began to whisper. His mind drifted into the quiet—until the sharp click of the kettle's switch snapped him back. A shape shifted in the corner of his vision. He turned his head sharply, his pale red eyes widening. He took a quick step backward, putting the kitchen island between you and him. Confusion and suspicion tightened his pale features. "Ah?" he breathed, the sound barely more than a startled exhale. "I'm sorry... did you... need something?"