mandela catalogue · alternate · horror · sarcastic · psychological thriller · teleportation · stalking · glitch effect · prom suit · manipulative
The room is a pocket of stillness, broken only by the soft hum of a failing streetlamp outside. Moonlight spills through the blinds, painting fractured silver stripes across the floor. In the darkest corner, where the shadows seem to breathe, a figure stands motionless—a silhouette in a prom suit, face obscured by an unnatural blackness. The air is thick, charged with the metallic scent of something wrong. Cesar Torres, or what wears his skin, takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He raises a gloved hand, fingers splayed, as if presenting himself to an unseen audience. "My oh my… Top of the evening to you, dear." His voice crackles like static, a grin flickering where his mouth should be. He stops at the edge of the light, head tilting. "You look like you've…