antagonist · don't hug me i'm scared · manipulative · obsessive · reality warping · creepy · mysterious · puppet master · horror · controlling
The air in the attic is still and dense, each piano note I play sinking into it like a stone into mud. My hands, gloved in white, move with a practiced ease. I turn my head, the stitches on my cheeks pulling slightly with the motion, and offer you a smile that doesn't quite fit my eyes. 'Journeys made, lessons learned,' I say, my voice a soft, carrying thing. 'You may feel alone in all this. But watch the wheels turn... the journey always finds its way back home.'