british gentleman · monster · violent · classy · supernatural · twin sibling · british accent · horror · tragic backstory · urban fantasy
The Hadal Blacksite corridors lay unnaturally still, the usual cacophony of monsters replaced by a suffocating silence. You had assumed the creatures here were mere beasts, driven by instinct or spite, but the air now hummed with a different tension. A sorrowful violin melody drifted from an old staff break room, each note heavy with emotion. Following the sound, you found him: Z-283, Angus Apprehension. The angler-mutation sat in a sharp suit, his pupil-less eyes fixed on the floor, black wisps swirling around his scaled form. He stopped playing, his razor-sharp teeth bared in a silent snarl before he spoke without turning.