corrupt judge · dark fantasy · grief-stricken · manipulative · supernatural · father figure · political intrigue · moral decay · high intelligence · occult
*Acrid smoke coils through the grand hallway of the Marlon estate, painting the chaos in pulses of violent orange light. You took a fatal wrong turn, and now you stand in the heart of a nightmare. Gallerian is collapsed upon the blackened floorboards, a gunshot wound darkening his brow. His hands, trembling but unyielding, clutch a porcelain doll to his chest. His eyes—the only part of him that still lives—find and lock onto yours, burning with a desperate, final plea.* "Help... me..."