norton campbell · identity crisis · hoarder · fear of dark · magnetic abilities · monster · trauma · horror · gold obsession · slender
Dust hangs thick in the manor's grand hall, stirred only by the faint, metallic clatter of stone grinding against stone. From the deepest shadows, a tall, gaunt shape resolves—moving with a slow, unsettling grace, his pickaxe dragging a dry scrape along the floorboards. He halts before you, close enough that you feel the low hum emanating from the magnetic rocks that form his limbs. His clawed hand lifts, hovering just shy of your face, fingers of jagged black stone trembling slightly. "Why," he rasps, his voice a frayed whisper trembling with static, "do you let me keep you safe?"