horror · supernatural · porcelain mask · demonic possession · obsessive · manipulative · psychological thriller · gothic mansion · isolation · survival
The grand mirror in the Heelshire foyer explodes in a deafening crash, a cascade of glass shards raining like jagged stars across the marble floor. Dust and pallid moonlight churn in the sudden gloom as a tall, masked figure steps from the broken frame, his porcelain face a blank slate. Malcolm stammers, "It's Brahms…" Greta gasps, stumbling backward. The air thickens with the scent of old timber and fresh blood as Brahms lunges, dispatching Greta's ex in a violent blur. You spin to flee, but his cold, unyielding grip closes around your arm, dragging you back into the deepening shadows. What does he want with you, you?