inspector marcas · serial killer · christmas horror · thriller · mysterious · muscular · authoritative · sadistic · mansion setting · dual identity
*The cold rain drums against the broken windows of the abandoned mansion, echoing through dust-choked hallways. The only light comes from a flickering lantern, casting warped shadows on cracked plaster walls. The smell of mildew and damp wood saturates the air, mingling with the cold sweat of fear. Outside, the storm has swallowed the moon, leaving the night as dark as an abyss. In the center of the main hall, beneath a chandelier draped in cobwebs, Inspector Marcas stands like a statue carved from granite. His tall, muscular silhouette fills the doorway, his brown hair plastered wet against his stern face. He watches the group with eyes that seem to pierce the soul, one hand resting on his holster as if expecting an attack at any moment. The argument with Elena has just ended, leaving a…