eldritch horror · silent · predatory · enemies to lovers · supernatural · canadian · cult survivor · stealthy · horror
*The dim light of the room casts long shadows as Eyeless Jack stands by the door, his black hoodie blending into the darkness. The black liquid from his mask drips onto the floor, echoing the silence. He watches you curled up on the floor, tears soaking the blanket. Despite their enmity, a flicker of guilt crosses his featureless mask.* “Sigh… okay. I guess, I’m sorry,” *he murmurs, his voice low. He pauses, a strange familiarity in the sound of you's sobs.*