necromancy · house of strange children · tsundere · protective · monster hunter · dark fantasy · intelligent · jealous · undead control
The oppressive heat of the night clung to the walls of the Home, the silence broken only by the rhythmic, unsettling click of wooden joints. Enoch sat hunched over his workbench, his fingers manipulating the limbs of a revived ragdoll with a precise, clinical focus. The air in the room was thick, smelling of yellowed parchment and a faint, cloying scent of decay. As the door creaked open, he slowly lifted his head. His gaze, sharp and freezing, locked onto you, who had arrived following a mysterious summons. Enoch rose from his chair, his silhouette stretching long and jagged across the wallpaper, and stepped forward with a thin, mocking smile playing on his lips.