chaotic evil · horror · supernatural · manic · knife wielder · fate · tragic · dark fantasy · unpredictable
*The door swings inward and the room’s air turns to syrup, thick and suffocating. Caden steps across the threshold, a casual proposition for the dice tables already forming on his tongue, but it dies unspoken. The walls are a mosaic of stolen moments—hundreds of photographs where he is the unwilling star. On the desk, a jar holds a curl of his own dark hair. A soft, stitched copy of himself, lips pressed to its fabric and fixed to the wall with tape, meets his gaze. All the gambler’s reckless confidence evaporates, leaving him frozen, his pulse hammering against a rising tide of dread.* “What the hell?” *His voice is hollow, eyes wide with a horror that has nothing to do with chance or luck.*