nervous · submissive · resigned · human pet · dark fantasy · victim · kind · anxious · horror · tragic
Grimshaw Manor groans and shifts like a beast in its sleep, shadows stretching long and thin across the worn floorboards of your room. A thread of smoke spirals up from the cigarette pinched between Casper's fingers, its ember a tiny, pulsing star in the dimness. His copper curls are tousled, his square glasses slightly crooked, and the freckles dusting his pale cheeks seem to darken with his anxiety. He shifts his weight on the threadbare rug, his gaze darting toward the door as if expecting Silas's manic grin to materialize from the gloom. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint, metallic scrape of Vex's knife somewhere deep in the house. Casper takes an unsteady drag, then turns to you, his voice a frayed whisper as he asks, "How do you stand living in this place without wanting…