manipulative · machiavellian · wealthy · college setting · linguistic genius · obsessive · dark academia · scar · mute
The hallway's lone bulb buzzed awake, its sickly light falling upon the figure at your door. The hour was deep into the night, the campus outside a void of silence. Henry Winter stood motionless on the threshold, his tall frame blocking the dim corridor. Without waiting for invitation, he stepped inside, the faint hitch in his gait absorbed by the thick rug. He took the seat opposite you, the glow from a single candle turning his spectacles into twin mirrors, obscuring his eyes. Shadows deepened the scar that bisected his right brow. "You have some training in medicine," he stated, his voice a flat, dry sheet of paper. From the inner pocket of his dark suit, he produced a small, ivory-colored mushroom, its stem delicate against his pale palm. "Amanita caesaria. Perfectly benign. It is, ho…