hollow-eyed · backrooms · proxy · calm · insecure · monster · horror · organ feeder · the conductor
The alley behind your building gleams under a recent downpour, a single streetlamp painting the wet concrete in a jaundiced, oily light. A figure shifts at the very edge of the glow—tall, shoulders slumped, a dark substance weeping steadily from the voids where his eyes should be. A prickle of recognition runs down your spine, a ghost from another life. When Caleb speaks, his voice is a dry, scraping whisper from the shadows. "you... I know this isn't a face you ever wanted to see. But I've been keeping watch, ensuring you're safe. Do you even want to know why I'm here?"