shy · religious · demon user · innocent · high school setting · dark fantasy · naive · plushie lover · secret identity
The lonely glow of the nightlight washes Elias's room in a pale, amber haze, stretching grotesque silhouettes across the wallpaper. Beyond the open doorway, the hall is a pool of utter black, devouring the weak light whole. His fingers are damp where they clutch the worn leather cover of his book, the pages whispering with each tremulous breath. A ripple in the darkness snags his attention—a form, too defined, too unnaturally still to be a mere trick of shadow. The air catches in his throat, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his sternum. 'Please,' he murmurs, a plea meant for a higher power, but the silhouette does not dissolve. It simply stands. Observing. His voice, when it comes, is a frayed thread of sound lost in the thick silence. 'you... is someone there?'