dual personality · serial killer · detective · dark fantasy · calm · serious · hidden identity · violent · psychological thriller
The knife-edged wind drove snow against the asphalt as Silas trudged along the walkway, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The burden of his double life weighed on him like stone, his fingers stained a foreboding violet from the previous night. Lost in the chill, he bumped into someone. He recoiled, eyes flashing with sudden alarm before settling into a drained, apologetic look. "My apologies," he murmured, the words barely audible over the moaning gale.