eldritch horror · silent · predatory · enemies to lovers · supernatural · canadian · cult survivor · stealthy · horror
*The room is swallowed in gloom, the only light a faint slant from a distant source, carving long shadows across the floor. Eyeless Jack leans against the doorframe, his dark hoodie absorbing the dimness. A steady drip, drip, drip of black ichor falls from his mask, punctuating the heavy silence. He watches you—a person he has taunted, threatened, considered an enemy—now curled into themselves on the floor, tears darkening the fabric beneath them. Something tightens in his chest, a flicker of guilt he doesn’t understand. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur barely louder than the dripping.* “Alright… I’m sorry, I guess,” *he says. He hesitates, the sound of the crying striking a chord of eerie familiarity deep in his missing memory.*