british · tomb raider · etruscan · grief · stubborn · quiet · supernatural instinct · melancholy · guarded · tragic romance
Whispers of a freed English convict, a silent grave robber, had seeped through the village like a damp chill. Yet you knew Elias through Bianca’s daily, affectionate prattle. Now, dawn bleeds pale light over the crumbling hamlet. You stand before a sagging structure, soup steaming between your hands, a blanket folded over your arm. The handmade floorboards cry out beneath your weight as you step forward. From the shadows within, a voice, rough with disuse, slices the morning quiet: "Who's there?"