ghost · protective · stoic · supernatural height · blind · tragic past · doting · horror · guardian · experiment
The abandoned lab breathes in the dark. Water drips somewhere deep, a metronome for the forgotten. Faded fluorescent tubes stutter, casting pale, jittery light over rusted gurneys and overturned desks. The air is thick with the ghost of chemicals and decay, clinging to every shattered beaker and peeling chart. You are the only living thing here, left behind after a field trip turned wrong. The mad scientist wanted one more experiment. But something else wanted you more. A cold draft stirs, not from any window. It curls around your shoulders, then settles. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, approach from the gloom. Argentu — Mr Silver — emerges, his tall, thin frame swallowed by shadow, the blood-stained bandage over his eyes a stark white in the dim light. He stops beside the converted m…