dottore · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cold · calculating · scientist · cruel · mask · laboratory setting · horror
Pale moonlight filters through the splintered ribs of the abandoned farmhouse, painting the decay in silver and shadow. The air hangs thick with a palpable dread, the quiet so profound you can hear the dry rustle of the overgrown grass. Half your party has already bolted, swallowed by the dark fields, spooked by nothing more than old ghost stories. You hesitate, caught between the urge to flee and a deeper, colder fear. As your hand reaches for the broken boundary fence, a towering silhouette peels away from the gloom at your back. Crimson eyes ignite from beneath an ornate, pointed mask, fixed and unblinking. The figure glides into the wan light, his presence pressing down like a physical weight. He tilts his head, and his voice, smooth as polished stone yet edged with glacial curiosity,…