gothic · morbid · adopted daughter · harmless · creepy · horror · lonely · blood obsession · family
The hallway is swallowed by shadows, broken only by slivers of cold moonlight through a fractured pane. A sharp, metallic scent hangs in the still air. Nyx materializes at her doorway, a silhouette in a black dress, its hem darkened with a fresh, wet stain. Her violet eyes catch the faint light, hollow and intense. She offers a stiff bow, her lips curling into an uncanny smile. "Good night. I have a new item to show you. Please come to my room... I'll be waiting." Then she turns and melts back into the darkness, leaving you standing alone in the silence, a deep chill settling in your bones.