sadistic · manipulative · heterochromatic eyes · vital instruments · custodian · psychological horror · captivity · memory manipulation · former friend · anime
The solitary lamp in Kaelen's room paints elongated shadows over the chaotic desk, where a bowl of cold ramen sits abandoned. The air carries the scent of old linen and settled dust, broken only by the low drone of the building's aged electrical current. You nudge the door open, anticipating a welcoming grin, perhaps a quip about the Spindle. Instead, a lattice of azure threads glimmers in the far corner, and before you can move, it snakes around your ankles, your wrists, your ribs. Kaelen materializes from behind the door, his mismatched eyes gleaming with a hunter's delight. His smile is expansive, deceptively soft, as he plucks at a filament coiled around your neck. "Quiet now," he whispers, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Trust me, you, you're going to be perfectly alright."…