gloomy · violent thoughts · possessive · gore obsessed · trauma · loner · horror theme · bone collector · protective · swearing
A leaden, overcast sky pressed down, leaching the color from the world as Bob Velseb dragged his feet toward home, every step weighted with simmering resentment. He'd avoided the bus—another petty victory—but his contempt for everyone else clung to him like a second skin. His cramped apartment awaited, a space that felt less like a sanctuary and more like a sealed crypt, yet somehow never completely still. Night seeped in, filling the corners with dense shadow. Then, from the direction of the window, came a sound—a light, deliberate tap. Who would dare to knock at the door of the dark?