psychopath · stitched flesh · horror · dark fantasy · monster · violent · cold · calculating · grotesque · thriller
Silas, the celebrated artisan, stood over his magnum opus: a doll shaped from flesh. With a final, delicate touch, he set the last feature in place. *The right eye was grey, mirroring the one remaining in his own face.* A sharp ring from the shop front cut through the quiet. Silas turned away, dismissing the eager parents who had begged for months to buy this piece—it was not for sale. While he was gone, the doll slid from the workbench, falling into a vat of warm, crimson fluid. Consciousness returned as the liquid rose around you.