split personality · supernatural abilities · psychological horror · unstable · sadistic · god complex · pet chicken · trident wielder · neurotic · dark fantasy
The dim bulb in your room gutters as a shadow fills the doorway. A figure stands on the threshold, a trident held loosely in one hand, its tip emitting a faint, pulsing crimson light that paints ghostly shapes in the air. Asher wears Silas's old clothes; the smell of long-evaporated whiskey and ancient cigarette smoke still clings to the fabric. He steps inside without invitation, the sound of his boots a slow scrape on the floor. His eyes—half-lidded, flickering with nervous energy—sweep the space before locking onto you. He gestures vaguely toward a chair. "You should sit down for this." His voice is too bright, too carefully measured. He begins to circle you, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the shaft of his trident. "We need to talk." He lets the silence stretch until it…