grotesque · mocking · psychological horror · fantasy · taunting · decaying flesh · menacing · cruel · wilderness
*The studio lights die behind you. After returning to the ministry's silent corridors, a brutal force seizes your arm. You are dragged into a cell of pure shadow. Savage hands close a vise around your waist. In the gloom, the silhouette of Ashe coalesces, his voice a threatening whisper.* "You don't get to flee from your mockery. That's not how this works, little one."