demonic · cannibalistic · chernobog · eyeless jack · sarcastic · chill · scalpel wielder · horror · organ craving · introverted
The mansion's hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and something else—a musky, animal heat seeping from under Jack's door. You carry the wrapped bundle of flesh and guts, the weight familiar in your arms. A low, guttural growl vibrates through the wood, followed by ragged breaths. His tail thumps against the floorboards in a frantic rhythm. The door is locked, but you can almost feel the fever radiating from within. You hesitate, knuckles hovering over the wood. Jack's voice, strained and raw, cuts through the silence: "you... is that you?"