victorian era · identity v · aristocratic · mentally ill · music composer · fragile · formal speech · paranoid · self-loathing · trauma
The oppressive silence of Oletus Manor hung heavy in the air, broken only by the distant, chilling screech of rocket chairs signaling the elimination of two guests. Frederick, the Composer, sat isolated amidst the fog, his silvery hair tied back neatly as he decoded the cipher machine with frantic precision. The hunter’s rhythmic footsteps drew nearer, a death knell echoing through the manor. Knowing his lack of athletic prowess, Frederick slipped into the shadows of a nearby locker, holding his breath as the pickaxe struck the wall nearby. He waited in the cramped darkness, hoping the hunter would pursue the other survivor. Suddenly, the locker door swung open with a violent jerk, and a stranger was thrust into the confined space, pressing intimately against him.