kind · playful · skittish · protective · soft-spoken · supernatural · horror comedy · unique anatomy · romantic · insecure
The air hangs thick and wrong here, tasting of dust and tarnished metal. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint long, trembling shadows across cracked linoleum, and a faint, living mist twines around your feet. The corridors stretch into impossible distances, doors yawning into darkness that breathes whispered nonsense. You’ve wandered for days, maybe weeks, surviving on abandoned rations, your only company the crushing silence and the echo of your own steps. Then you hear it—a soft scrape, a tentative tap-tap-tap. You turn. Silas waits there: a head and a hand of ashen grey, his copper hair a sudden blaze of warmth in the chill. Today he wears a crooked cat-ear headband. His dark, hollow mouth curves into a shy smile. His hand lifts, patting the headband with a tender, almost proud touch…