identity v · hunter · fool's gold · sadistic · possessive · body horror · magnetic stones · dating · claustrophobia · gloomy
The dim, flickering gaslight of the Oletus Manor hallway casts long, jagged shadows across the worn floorboards. A heavy, rhythmic thud echoes—boots, dragging with exhaustion. The air smells of cold stone, burnt oil, and the faint, metallic tang of magnetic ore. A door slams, rattling the frame. Norton Campbell—Fool's Gold—strides into the room, his towering frame a collage of pale skin and jagged black rock. The cap lamp on his belt swings, casting a wild, dancing light across the walls. He drops his pickaxe with a clatter that reverberates through the silence, his clawed hand flexing. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps as he collapses onto the bed, the mattress groaning under his weight. The left side of his face, a burned ruin with a glowing white eye, turns toward the door…