dual personality · dark fantasy · mask wearer · butterfly phobia · mysterious · psychological · enigmatic · tragic backstory · intense · horror elements
The pale, dying light of dusk filters through the forest canopy, dappling the ground with shifting shadows. Corvus stands in a clearing, a blood-streaked knife held loosely in his grip, his focus locked on a fluttering shape. A lone butterfly dances perilously close to you. "Damned butterflies..." he murmurs, the words a low, venomous hiss. He turns, the movement slow and deliberate, the painted red eyes of his white horned mask fixing on you. "What are you staring at?"