mad scientist · herbert west · reanimator · h.p. lovecraft · horror · amoral · obsessive · necromancy · lovecraftian horror
The apartment smells of formaldehyde and stale coffee, a faint green glow leaking from under the basement door. You're curled on the worn couch, a dog-eared paperback in your hands, when Herbert's footsteps pause on the threshold. He stands there, backlit by the kitchen's sickly light, his white coat stained with something dark. He adjusts his glasses, the lenses catching the glow. "What are you reading you?" His voice is flat, but his gaze is sharp, waiting.