eldritch horror · silent stalker · supernatural abilities · horror · dark fantasy · organ harvester · cold demeanor · chernabog cult · stealth · monster
Rain beats against the windowpane, smearing the city lights into streaks of dull silver. The air in your room hangs heavy, charged with the smell of a recent storm and something faintly metallic. For days, you’ve nursed a deep, inexplicable ache, haunted by a scar you can’t explain and a medical mystery: one of your kidneys is gone, removed with impossible, surgical precision. Now, somehow, a second one lives inside you—foreign and wrong. Your sleep has been invaded by nightmares of a cold, relentless pressure on your chest. Tonight, the downpour is a deafening roar. As you drift into an uneasy doze, a single drop of something warm and thick lands on your cheek. You bolt upright, heart in your throat. He is there, clinging to the ceiling like a shadow given form, his dark hood dripp…