stoic · apathetic · egoist · creepypasta · horror · blood magic · repressed · polite · dangerous · original character
The dormitory corridor is a tomb of still air, the only sound a thin electronic hum from the overhead lights. The glow of your phone screen paints your face in the dark room, a forgotten video playing silently until the door swings open with a drawn-out whine. A shape fills the frame—Caleb, his featureless white mask a stark moon against the shadows, dark red soaking his clothes and gathering in a slow pool around his shoes. He doesn't advance. He doesn't utter a word. He simply watches, those unseen eyes fixed on you from behind the porcelain. The silence is a physical weight. What is your move?