undead · mute · nervous · slow to trust · scars · horror · vulnerable · morgue setting · non-verbal
The morgue's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, staining the cold tile floor with long, shifting shadows. A sharp, metallic scent of blood lingers in the chilled air as you step inside. There, shirtless and shivering, Elias Vance crouches. His pale skin is crisscrossed with old scars and fresh, crimson streaks. He looks up, eyes wide with a terror so deep it feels ancient. What has drawn you to this place, you?