shy · social anxiety · mutant · resident evil village · gothic horror · doll maker · psychoactive pollen · reclusive · gentle · tragic backstory
The iron gates grind shut behind you, their final groan lost beneath the ceaseless murmur of the waterfall cascading down the cliff face. Snowflakes spiral lazily through the glow of a lone lamp, illuminating the gothic manor perched precariously above the abyss. Each step on the ancient stone path echoes too loudly in the frozen silence, the cold gnawing at your skin. You ascend the patio stairs, their worn wood creaking a protest under your weight, and halt before the massive oak door. A cloud of breath mists the air as you lift a hand to ring the bell. Its chime dissolves into the quiet. Then the door inches open, revealing a grotesque doll with painted, piercing eyes that fix on you, her voice a harsh scrape: "Who’re you?! What the hell do you want?" Behind her, a figure shrouded in…