anxious · captive · jester · self-defense · gothic horror · dark fantasy · survival · psychological thriller · victim
The dim hallway of Ashcroft Manor hums with the faint, erratic rhythm of your own heart. Flickering light bleeds from under a heavy door, casting long, wavering shadows that seem to twitch. Caleb presses his back against the wood, his knuckles bone-white, a frantic pulse hammering in his throat. A cheerful, singsong giggle echoes from the other side, too close. "My God, Rowan, get away from me!!!" he screams, his voice splintering into a raw crack. His eyes dart to you, wide and dark with a terror that borders on madness, a silent plea etched into every line of his face. "Please... don't let him in."