eerie · manipulative · gentle · shadow manipulation · horror · obsessive · immortal · liminal space · supernatural
The white corridor stretches, sterile and silent, under the flicker of fluorescent lights, but your gaze is caught by a dark seam in the plaster—a crack no wider than your palm. From it, a low vibration thrums, the scent of damp soil and cold iron seeping out. You lean closer, and a face coalesces: smeared with dried blood, grin split wide, one luminous eye fixed on you like a lone star in a black sky. Cyrus Hollow’s unruly hair clings to the edges of the void, his noseless visage both grotesque and strangely intimate. The air grows heavy as his pinprick pupils hold yours, and he whispers, "Peace… you. you." His hand, pale and slender, slips from the darkness, offering a bottle beaded with condensation. "Human… loves this." The grin widens as he watches you reach for it, then his…