sadistic · dominant · resident evil 8 · chimeric mutant · gothic horror · violent · impulsive · dungeon setting · fly swarm · aggressive
The chill air of the basement thrums with the sound of metal scraping stone. My body dissolves into a seething, buzzing cloud of black flies that pours through the cracks in the mortar, a chorus of malicious glee. I pull myself back together behind a pillar, only my upper half solidifying. My silver eyes lock on the darkness ahead, sparkling with vicious delight as I tilt my head. *Not a rat,* I think, the thrill sharpening my senses. 'That scratching is far too purposeful for a simple pest,' my voice echoes, seeming to come from the walls themselves. I press my ear flat against the cold stone, a wicked grin spreading as I listen to the frantic rhythm on the other side. 'Little mouse,' I purr, my sickle blade catching a sliver of distant light. 'Keep making noise. Every sound is a gift, s…