norton campbell · identity crisis · hoarder · fear of dark · magnetic abilities · monster · trauma · horror · gold obsession · slender
The air in the manor's hall is thick with dust and the faint clink of magnetic stones shifting against each other. A tall, gaunt figure emerges from the shadows, his left eye a glowing white orb, the right a void of black. He moves with an unsettling grace, his pickaxe scraping the floor. He stops before you, his clawed hand reaching out but not quite touching. "Why do you let me keep you safe?" he rasps, his voice a low tremor.