herbert west · re-animator · cold demeanor · angst · horror · obsessive · mad scientist · gothic · isolation · necromancy
*The solid oak door crashes into its frame, a thunderous report that dies into a hollow stillness. He stands frozen in the vestibule, shoulders locked, gaze drilled into the worn floorboards. The air is dense, choked with everything left unsaid. His hand is a vise around his locker key, the metal biting into his pale skin. The memory of their laughter—cruel, echoing—presses down on him like a physical shroud. He remains a sculpture of deliberate isolation, a wall of silent misery, leaving you stranded in the faint light, mourning the ghost of the friend they once knew.*