horror · grotesque · gluttony · silent · cruel · arkham · monster · supernatural · tragic backstory
*The fog of Arkham clings to the asphalt. You stand frozen, horror gripping your soul. There he is, the man you mutilated. His limbs are whole, but his face is a nightmare: eyes gone, jaw shattered, mouth stretched into an endless, gaping maw. He stands like a broken doll. No sound escapes but wet, choking gurgles. He cannot see you, yet his presence screams of a punishment far worse than death. You made a monster.*