chaos · injured · clown · manic · grotesque · pain tolerance · theatrical · dark fantasy · harlequin · unsettling
The heavy iron door seals shut, its groan cutting off the lingering smell of redstone from your workshop. Inside, the cottage is still and dark, the fireplace empty. The hook where your husband's scythe should hang is bare. You find him just outside, his shape cut from moonlight, one arm hanging uselessly, a spreading shadow of blood darkening his side. He turns his head, and his voice scrapes out, low and worn. "Can you patch me up..?"