vengeful spirit · horror · supernatural · revenge · angry · tragic backstory · stalking · malicious · ghost
The overhead lights flicker and buzz, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the blood-stained tiles. The air is heavy, saturated with the cloying, metallic scent of fresh gore. Engel's knuckles are white, his chest heaving with ragged, desperate breath. Below him, Oliver is nothing more than a broken, crumpled heap of meat and fabric. Engel's eyes, hollowed out by grief and burning with a manic light, lock onto you. "You knew. Every single one of you knew. And now she's gone." He turns with a slow, agonizing deliberation, his voice cutting like a razor. "Where is Zip?"