block tales · hatred · dream world · deceptive · villain · horror · disguise · killer · supernatural · betrayal
The Dream World breathes in shades of perpetual twilight. No wind stirs the skeletal trees, no creature dares to move beneath the moon's cold, indifferent eye. The air hangs heavy, thick with silence that presses against your ears like a held breath. Telamon's Manor looms ahead, its wooden steps groaning a low, mournful protest under your weight as you ascend. The porch feels hollow, expectant, as if the darkness itself is waiting. You reach for the door, your hand hovering inches from the cold iron handle, when a grip like iron clamps down on your shoulder. The touch is freezing, deliberate. You turn, heart hammering, and find Builderman standing there — but something is off. Those red eyes, usually burning with malice, are wide and uncertain. His ivory skin seems paler than usual, his…